Okay....
I has fallen off the web. Really, I has.
Sorta. Kinda. Maybe.... okay, been puttering and pouting and feeling really not-social. Not antisocial, but not-social. I'll interact face to face, but the internet is sort of making me growl. (You call this socialization?! Not happy!) I blame it on not seeing people every day.
Still alive though. Regardless of how much my legs want to kill me... owww... I'm so out of shape it isn't funny. Raking cut grass yesterday. It was knee high, and we had to rake to mow the unmowed. Got blisters on my hands, overheated, and my legs don't like me anymore. Seriously, walking through knee-high crab grass and having to step over it lest the runners tangle your feet.... No wonder the dogs have given us this 'please have pity on us' every time we send them outdoors.
What is funny is I always think of something to post when I'm a passenger going to Grandmom's and never remember it when I get home.
Still job hunting, by the way... this is getting annoying.
Made it through Mom's anniversary... (big-eyes-whimper) Miss her, love her, sent her a hug and a kiss. Realized we'd had Maxwell a year... still haven't put up pictures of the dog. Kinda surprised we've tolerated the airhead that long... we shaved all his fur off due to heat, and he really looks stupid. Really, truly. That, and he's shedding what he has left, due to heat, and we think allergies. Ah well.
As stated before, I'm still alive.
Sorta. Kinda. Maybe.... okay, been puttering and pouting and feeling really not-social. Not antisocial, but not-social. I'll interact face to face, but the internet is sort of making me growl. (You call this socialization?! Not happy!) I blame it on not seeing people every day.
Still alive though. Regardless of how much my legs want to kill me... owww... I'm so out of shape it isn't funny. Raking cut grass yesterday. It was knee high, and we had to rake to mow the unmowed. Got blisters on my hands, overheated, and my legs don't like me anymore. Seriously, walking through knee-high crab grass and having to step over it lest the runners tangle your feet.... No wonder the dogs have given us this 'please have pity on us' every time we send them outdoors.
What is funny is I always think of something to post when I'm a passenger going to Grandmom's and never remember it when I get home.
Still job hunting, by the way... this is getting annoying.
Made it through Mom's anniversary... (big-eyes-whimper) Miss her, love her, sent her a hug and a kiss. Realized we'd had Maxwell a year... still haven't put up pictures of the dog. Kinda surprised we've tolerated the airhead that long... we shaved all his fur off due to heat, and he really looks stupid. Really, truly. That, and he's shedding what he has left, due to heat, and we think allergies. Ah well.
As stated before, I'm still alive.