Tonight...opening reception for a kids consignment shop run by one of my favorite people.
Tomorrow...not sure. Project stuff for other people, I suspect.
Sunday...helping fix a friend's computer in the morning, cooking and old radio shows in the evening.
Throughout...the Bestie's shih tzus who...much as I love 'em...kind of a pain. Just SUCH different energy than Bartleby and almost impossible to walk together, so I'm doing it in shifts which...bugs.
Now the pushy one is barking at me and I don't know why. The quieter on is grousing at his brother to shut up and let him sleep. They are a furry Laurel and Hardy.
Bartleby just wants them to go away!
Weekend? Photo shoot for Noah tomorrow which means photo shoot for the whole family.
Grading by god.
Possibly bed assmeblage.
We have only dinner with my cousin tomorrow night. Otherwise it's a free weekend! I love those! We have lots to do around the house, so will probably be sorting, tossing, moving stuff around.
I get my collecting gene, freckles, ("frog's butt") nose, and sense of humor from my dad. Mom gave me nice legs, good manners, and the anxiety gene. God love 'em.
Tomorrow, I am looking at houses.
Yay!
I am trying out the "handwash" cycle on my new washing machine. I told you that there was a lot of laundry in my weekend.
When asked about genetic things, she only ever referred to Hubby's adoptive father's family.
Yeah, not so helpful in predicting congenital conditions. I mean, I tend to come down on the nurture side of the nature/nurture debate since I get my personality more or less whole cloth from my (non-biological) mom, but I can't expect to inherit her family's freakish longevity or great cholesterol numbers.
I have no idea what my cholesterol is. I probably should find out, eh?
Might want to wait until a bit after the cheese kick is over.
Dear lord, I need this: [link]
If it weren't $21, it would be mine.
Yay for house looking at! Hope it's not too scary for either of you!
I'm watching FNL first season still. It's killing me. Every scene practically has a cry point for me.
Took the dog to the vet and he confirmed what I was thinking. Frank is getting old, his brain function is deteriorating. He doesn't seem to be in pain though so that's something but there's nothing they can really do to help him. The saddest thing he said was that Frank probably doesn't recognize me much anymore.
