I'm at that stage of upset stomach where my stomach is growling and all food sounds disgusting. Also I am freezing.

Naturally, I can't have anything to eat, and I'm starving.

"He'll change his mind once he sees her jacked up!"

I feel like there's a really rude joke about her "chassis" waiting to happen there.

"Jacking up" with regard to a bride makes me think of one of those gold grills and a big gold necklace that spells out her name.

Pup~ma please! We're applying to adopt a dog for my dad and he's super excited, but I gather from online that this rescue is kind of hardcore on adoptions. Since we brought it up to him he's sent me like 57 texts asking about her and how it's going.

Also I introduced my sister to Say Yes for the first time this weekend.

This is her. [link]

Trying really hard to keep a lid on expectations because there's a couple of things I know they might balk at (he lives a little bit outside their stated range, and there's water on the property) but she is so damn cute.

ZOMG puppy face.

Adorable. Good luck, Brenda!

Sweet puppy! Fingers crossed for your dad, Brenda.

I'm seriously ready for another dog already, but Tim isn't, and that's fine. I can wait.

Plus, his dad being in assisted living is NOT going well. It's requiring a LOT of time and work on the part of all 3 boys (and the wives). His dementia is at the stage where he still remembers and retains a lot of information that he already knew prior to, say, 2015 or so. But he doesn't retain anything new, so he doesn't understand why he's in assisted living, and since it's an unfamiliar place, he's SUPER disoriented all the time and needs a lot of attention and reassurance, generally in person.

Someone has to visit him every day, for hours and hours, which is really hard. It's more care than the boys were putting in when he lived at home (and they were putting in a LOT of care). Every time he goes to the bathroom it's a surprise to him that he has a catheter, and he doesn't remember why it's there and he wants to know when it will be removed and when he can go back home (the answer to both is: probably never).

I think if he were back at home, he would be less disoriented, but at this point he requires more or less around-the-clock medical care, so a healthcare provider would have to live in at his house, and he would NOT stand for that. Basically, he wants to go home and have the boys continue to care for him, because he thinks he's healthy and doesn't need much help. Since that's not actually true, him going home and the boys helping is not going to happen. There's no good solution here.

I'm ashamed that my reaction is to be frustrated that Jack hasn't jumped into all the activities and such at Evergreen (and, again, this place is swanky as hell). I assumed he would slide back into being the gregarious, outgoing, extroverted man he used to be, but...he's pretty much given up. He said, in so many words, that he just wants to go back home and "sit in his chair in the living room and look around at things, drink some beers, and go to bed." That's all he wants to do. Even getting him to go to Mass on Saturday was like pulling teeth (and this is a man who went to Mass literally every DAY when I first met him; he's a hardcore Catholicism fanboy). We thought we'd go over mid-afternoon on Saturday to visit for a couple of hours, take him his laundry and make sure he had nice clean clothes for Mass, and then scoot off to run errands. In the end, Tim had to agree to go to Mass with him and spent about 6 hours with him before going home (I was in cutoff shorts and used that as my excuse to not go to Mass, plus someone really needed to get groceries).

tl;dr: We are expending a LOT of time and emotional energy on Tim's dad right now, and there's no time or energy to get a new dog. But I want one.