The kids are gone; that was exhausting. Gordon (old (and I mean old) family friend whom we adore) is visiting now.

I'm hungry.

Oh! News that matters! Well, sorta. Moving means I had to get all new doctors, of course, so I went to my new PCP (Primary Care Physician) the other day. I'm not expecting anyone under the age of 60; most certainly not ( Read more... )

Papo's staying over for a few days (cuz he doesn't have a home here anymore), and then he'll go back to California with Rocky (what used to be my uncle's and is now our Rottweiler).  Puppies are asleep on my lap all warm and snuggly and cute and snoring and kicking me because I'm apparently in their way. And I think Pixie is farting. How does such ( Read more... )