Happy Turkey Day, Y’all

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Wishing y’all a very happy Thanksgiving.

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL

Want To Visit Paris And Have Your Crotch Sniffed?

You early bird readers will notice I changed the title of this post. I think this one is much more appropriate. LOL

If you’re offended by this post, you can thank Stepping Thru because she brought it up first. *evil grin*

Was it the title that got your attention? I’ll tell you what gets my attention and that’s when I walk into a room and suddenly I’m having the very unpleasant experience of having a cold wet nose stuck right in my crotch.

Have you ever been standing around in your nice comfy jammies, relaxing before bedtime, and suddenly felt something cold and wet poke you in the butt? O.k. Jan, don’t answer that. But for the rest of you…….have you?

I love my dear cousin D, with all my heart but I do not heart Paris, her big ornery Doberman. Paris loves me, well sort of. She hearts my crotch unless she can sneak up on me and then she sticks her nose right in my butt crack, to put it bluntly and it really pisses me off freaks me out.

Talk about getting your attention. I walk around D’s house on high alert because that big dufus walks around in stealth mode and can sneak up on me even when I think I’m keeping a sharp eye out for her.

I walk around D’s house with one hand shielding my front parts and one trying to cover my backside and D doesn’t seem to notice. Look what happened when Paris was left unsupervised inside the house for 20 minutes while we were setting up for a garage sale.

Cousin D loves this dog. Maybe it’s like a really ugly baby. The kind of ugly that only a mother could love?

So tell me. Have you had your crotch sniffed lately? Again Jan…..don’t answer this. *wink*

I Need A Time-Out!

Let me just start off by saying this. UGH! O.k. now I feel much better.

Yesterday was a very long day. I’ve been working on a rather large commercial deal that finally came to “we got a deal” *crossing my fingers*. But, I’ve learned from my many years in real estate not to celebrate until I actually see all the signatures on the dotted lines at closing and I have that nice commission check in my hot little hand. Therefore, there will be no rendition of the “happy dance” for a few more weeks but when that time comes……Katy bar the door!

Yesterday was made even longer by the fact that we were in Oklahoma to get this deal done and to attend Sullen Teenager’s basketball game, but we also needed to be back in Texas by 10 a.m. today. Because ST plays with both the 7^th and 8^th grade team as well as the “Junior High team”, that meant we had got to sit through 3 games.  For some reason, those pesky girls think they have to play a game in between the boys games.

Since the game was in a town about 45 minutes away and we were going to Texas afterwards and I was taking Stubborn and Sassy back with me, HBL and I had to sit from 5:30 p.m. until 9:30 p.m. being wallowed by and whined at by two kids who just wanted to be on the road and “get to Grammy’s house in Texas.” UGH..again!

Normally it’s a four and a half hour drive but the game put us 45 minutes closer so normally we could subtract that time, but traveling with two kids added about 45 minutes for all the stops so we didn’t gain anything, except I’m sure I got a few more gray hairs.

Sassy passed out almost immediately after we finally got something to eat some 40 minutes into our trip but Stubborn had slept for a good while during the 4 hour basketball game marathon so he was wide awake until after midnight. I couldn’t sleep because I can never get comfortable sitting up and I kept worrying that HBL would get sleepy while driving and then he’s hit those Braille strips on the side of the road, and it would scare the tarnation out of me.

If you’ve done the math in your head, you know we finally got home around 2:15 a.m.  My only consolation was the hope that because everyone pretty much stayed up past their normal bedtime, they’d sleep late.  Bright and early I had a happy little face staring into my sleeping face, saying “Hi Grammy! It’s morning. Are you going to get up??”   Ugh.

I always have to take a bath before I go to bed, no matter what time it is, so I finally got to sleep around 3:30 a.m. which meant by 8 a.m. I’d had a whopping four and a half hours sleep.  Who’s idea was it to bring these kids on down two days before their parents arrived???

Guess who needs a nap? Guess who is cranky? Guess who wishes someone would send her to her room? Please?

Dang, I just remembered something important. Something very important.  I’m having Thanksgiving at my house on Thursday. That means lots of people will be here and some even spending a few nights.  That means I have to plan what we’ll be eating.  That means I have to go to the grocery store.  That means I have to cook.  That means I have to clean house before everyone arrives.

Arggggghhhhhhhhhh, it’s no fun being an adult.

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL