Sunday, October 22, 2017

Torbie on my feet

Two days in one, again. 

I got up at 7 AM (late for me) yesterday and we went to Walmart.  I finally found a canister for the dry cat food, it has a snap.  We should be fine unless Biscuit figures out how to unsnap it.  So far, so good. 

I also got laundry supplies, an air filter, stuff like that.  I bought two canisters (pints) of ice cream, I figured I could enjoy one after I bagged up all the candy.  And, speaking of candy, I bought another bag. 

We came home.  I ate, took my pills, and took a nap.  I was worried #6 would have a party last night; turns out, they didn't.  That means they will definitely have a party next weekend. 

After I got up, I bagged up half the candy.  Full sized candy bar, Scripture booklet, fruit roll up, caramel, and peanut butter taffy.  I remember, as a kid, hearing about the mythical "full sized candy bar" house.  Usually I got "unusual" things like toothbrushes, or, one time, a neighbor gave us carrots she had grown in her garden.  Of course I got a lot of candy, too.  Mom always ate my Milky ways, but I was OK with that. 

I did the candy for a while.  It took some time.  I had to lean forward on a stool while working so I got a little stiff.  Nothing serious, though. 

I finally finished and went to bed. 

I slept in late today, 8 AM.  It's going to be a little while before I can sleep late again.  I got up and took a shower, then finished up the candy.  I ran out of some candy at the end so I was glad I had bought the extra bag yesterday.  I got it all finished, and did my God time. 

By that time it was after 12.  So I ate my ice cream, took my medication, and took a nap.  I slept a couple of hours.  I think Ron woke me up, but he wasn't drunk and didn't mean to do it. 

He is "fighting" with Baby Girl, thinking she isn't cuddly enough.  Torbie is very affectionate, she is lying on my foot right now, and is often found in Ron's bed cuddling him.  So Ron's trying to ignore Baby Girl into being more affectionate.  Torbie got sick of the drama, I think, and left, coming to me on the computer once I got up.  They'll sort it out. 

Now I need to go organize the front alcove, where we open the door, so I can move the bear into position on Halloween.  After Saturday, I will "fix" the door bell so the kids can ring it on Halloween.  The #6 kids have a bad habit of ringing the door bell in the middle of the night if I leave it activated "I want my ball".  They, themselves, told me they never do that with the other neighbors so I have asked for the same courtesy.  So far, so good, but if they don't have a doorbell they can't ring it. 

Besides, I don't like the concept of people showing up at my house unannounced.  I'm probably not wearing a bra and the cats are running around.  I have to fix both before I can open the door to anyone, and then find out it's a JW or someone selling something.  Very annoying.  So I leave the doorbell unplugged. 

Torbie's changing her position on my feet, she's so soft and fluffy.  She's a shorthair but she has very soft fur.  It's so pretty, too.  Tortie-tabbies are always glamorous and gorgeous and Torbie is no exception. 

I often wonder what happened to the black kitten I planned to adopt, the day I met Torbie.  I figured, at the end of it, the kitten had better odds of being adopted than a senior cat.  The senior cat only had 2 days left, and was clearly bonded to both Ron and me.  So I took her, and I haven't regretted it. 

That reminds me, I need to clean their boxes.  I didn't want to clean the box before I did any candy work but I'm done with that now, it is all sealed up in a bag, and ready to go. 

So, I'd better go.  I will miss Torbie on my feet,though. 

Friday, October 20, 2017

Split shift

This will be pretty short. 

I got up early this morning, got ready, went to the warehouse.  We got our supplies.  I finally remembered to get the candy bars for Halloween.  I also got some fruit rollups; kids like them, they will fit in the bag, and add some bulk. 

I paid and put the Halloween candy in the cold bag, so the chocolate wouldn't melt.  As it turns out, our ride home showed up pretty much right after we went outside, so I didn't have to wait in the hot sun with the candy. 

We came home, I took a nap.  I got up and we went to the pupusa place, but the manager wasn't there.  Those little latino restaurants really go to hell when the boss goes home, Ron's burrito was very greasy and salty, and my 5-minute order took 20 minutes.  Ron and I were the only customers. 

We finally got home and I went to bed.  I fell asleep pretty fast, which was a good thing, as I had to get up at 1:45 in the morning. 

I slept OK, got up on time, did my shower and God time.  Very pleased I did that.  I got up at 1 AM, after limited sleep, to hang out with God and start my day right! 

Our driver pulled up.  He was ignorant, and liberal, and made some comments that would probably get him jailed if I related them.  All I will say, say what you will, but don't talk about hurting the president!  I couldn't believe it!  And he had a camera going the whole time! 

He didn't take a Bible (I was fine with that, it went to a home where it will be appreciated, the next driver was very happy to get it), and made a lot of very critical comments about Ron's drinking. 

How did he know Ron drinks?  Ron was, after all, sober.  Well, apparently, years ago, he took Ron to the liquor store and helped Ron get a case of vodka.  He hadn't forgotten it and kept pointing fingers at Ron. 

This, to me, is the "proper" approach "Hey, man, I remember you drank a lot back in the day.  I hope you slowed down, I was pretty worried about you."  Not saying Ron is embracing one of the "five devils" etc.  None of which is Biblical, by the way. 

It felt like a very long ride, even though it was a straight trip. 

I was never so happy to get to work.  We got to work.  Since we did most of the work yesterday, there wasn't much to do today.  We got our delivery and paid him. 

Ron decided to sort change, so he did that.  We chatted a little bit with the other vendor.  Our pickup time arrived. 

What a difference!  A nice, sweet, pleasant driver.  She loved her Bible and Bible Promise book, and immediately stowed them in her backpack.  It was a joy to have her. 

She took us home.  Biscuit was wailing, even though I had fed him before I left this morning.  I figured it had been a while so I fed them (Baby Girl was in on it by now) a can of Cod, Sole, and Shrimp.  Unlike the flaky tuna, the cod feast comes as a solid cake.  The cats had no trouble tearing into that. 

I took a nap and slept about 3 hours.  I am good to go until bedtime now.  I guess you could call it a split shift. 

#6 will probably have another party tomorrow night.  If he does, I plan to bag up my Halloween candy and organize the front room.  If not, I will probably still do the candy and organize the front room! 

I don't care if people see a messy house but I have some stuff in the front alcove that needs to move. 

Ron and I are going out to dinner, at Denny's, in a couple of hours.  That should be fun. 

We have the weekend off, which is nice.  What a day. 

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

A ride on the kiddie cart

Ron surprised me today.  I got up early, did my routine, and got ready to go to Walmart. 

Normally I would wash with a "clarifying' type shampoo, but it tends to make my hair dry and frizzy, so I've been using the keratin shampoo instead, trying to make my hair look as pretty as possible for the recipients. 

This is the world, people, we are judged on our appearance.  So I want to look as presentable as possible.  Yes, I'm still "fat", but at least I won't look ragged. 

I don't want people to think I'm a homeless panhandler. 

So, we went to Walmart.  I gave my first driver a Bible.  He liked it.  Since he grew up Catholic I was glad I had put the "7 Things that don't get you into Heaven" tract into it. 

We went into the store.  Ron asked me to use a kiddie cart.  I was shocked, it's been months since he wanted to shop with me.  Happily, I found one quickly and got him loaded.  It was a little challenging picking up the wheelchair and putting it in the cart, but I did it. 

We got his stuff, and then we got mine.  Both of us totally forgot to get the new food canister for Biscuit.  I had fun shopping with him (Ron, not Biscuit).  He was a little grumpy at first but he warmed up. 

I bought some lotion for my arms (which actually did the trick), and some tinted lip balm, so I look a little more presentable on the Handouts.  It is fine to work with a wild ponytail, sweating, running around with my sign, but I want to present a clean and wholesome image that doesn't frighten the recipients, like the homeless did yesterday.  I also bought some whitening toothpaste. 

I don't have a beauty routine in the morning outside of the shower, but I can add a few things without killing myself. 

I also debated bungee cord vs. tie down for the carts.  I want my loads to be secure.  Ron told me the bungees have always worked in the past (for over 7 years).  I looked at the hooks on each item, respectively, and decided to go with the bungee, as it had a better hook.  I bought one of each size.  Can't have too many bungees. 

As we got ready to check out, I found a lane.  The guy in front of us had a container of cut watermelon, sitting sideways in his cart on top of a case of water.  I didn't know, but the watermelon juice had leaked out all over the floor.  As I moved up, I slipped in the juice and almost fell.  I said something to the guy in front of me and he at least adjusted the watermelon so it wouldn't leak anymore. 

He (the man in front of me) was one of those annoying people who doesn't put their stuff on the conveyor belt, expecting everyone behind them to wait until his transaction is totally finished, before putting their stuff up.  I didn't wait.  I had room on the conveyor belt, I took it, and put all my stuff on it.  She almost rang it up as his stuff, but, as I figured, he told her "That's not mine" and rang up his watermelon and the water. 

The cashier was complaining about the bags they had at the store, and was really happy to see my reusable tote bags.  That is the first time I've ever had a cashier happy to see my reusable tote bags.  Normally they hate them. 

We went outside and waited on our ride, he was a little late but not too much.  It was Anthony.  I like him a lot, he's a nice guy.  We got home. 

I put away the stuff and took a nap.  When I got up, we ordered Chinese food.  I watched some TV, and I did probably the most important thing I could do: I got the cold bag and put it on the wheelchair.  I need to buy 100 candy bars (full sized) for Halloween, but I need to be able to keep them cool after I buy them.  The insulated tote bag should work very well for that.  I forgot it last week. 

Once I have all that set up, I can start bagging.  I don't want to be sitting doing a marathon "sack up" of the candy on Halloween morning. 

Tomorrow should be busy, but fun.  I handed out 3 Bibles today so I'm happy. 

I had a nasty headache all day, probably due to the peanut butter cups I ate yesterday, but I'm doing better.  Dinner and my meds seemed to do the trick. 

Anyway, that's it for now.  Have a good one. 

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Spanish Bible Handout

Today was my all Spanish Handout.  I thought it would be interesting, but never could I have dreamed how odd it would get. 

I had trouble getting a cab to the Handout, and one of my bungees broke loading it into the cab.  I always carry a spare, though, and I'm glad I had it. 

The driver dropped me off in the Walgreens parking lot at Airline and West road.  It was recommended to me by a driver as a good spot where a lot of latinos hang out. 

I like to have the corner to myself, so you can imagine how I felt when I found not one, but three people on my corner.  I looked at the other corners and they were just as bad.  I would have to make the best of it. 

I had window cleaner guy (I know drivers just *love* those guys), violin guy, and "guy on a cane with a bucket".  Later on, some guy showed up trying to raise money for some mission, he also had a bucket he was shoving in people's faces, for "donations". 

The violin player was very bad.  I mean, he played badly.  He wasn't making much money.   When he saw my sign (he was spanish) he asked for a Bible.  He had a large jug of amber liquid nearby and I wondered if it was urine!  I saw him chugging it later so I assume it was apple juice.  He gave up about an hour after I started.

Window cleaner guy stayed for an hour and a half.  He kept taunting the drivers with his squeegee, upsetting them.  They sure didn't want to see me coming along after that. 

Mission guy shirked his work, I hardly saw him at all. 

I mainly gave out singles, and not many at that.  I had 3 cases, I gave away a little over 2.  The Bibles were very large and heavy,  one reason I haven't brought a lot on my handouts. 

My favorite was probably the guy in the septic truck.  He looked at my sign and smiled, so I reached up a Bible to him.  He took it.  One asian appearing couple wanted Bibles.  I explained they were Spanish and the man spoke Spanish to me, so I guess he is multi-lingual.  I gave him a couple.  I gave my most to a harried young mom with 3 kids in the back.  I gave her two, one each for her and her (presumed) husband, and then "A couple of New Testaments for the kids".  That wiped out the last of the New Testaments I had. 

I really had to work to hand these out.  I guess I have gotten spoiled.  I decided that, for the future, a mixed handout will be the best, to have both english and spanish Bibles available for the recipients.  Which means I am glad I ordered those pretty New Testaments that just arrived.

I handed out a fair amount to couples, always fun, or "two people in the car so you get two" recipients.  I hate to give one Bible when there are 2 people in the car, I prefer to give two, and nearly always they accept them. 

The window washer left, crutch guy left, I was left with the belligerent man in the wheelchair across the street.  I had been there 2 hours.  I called it a day. 

I called a cab.  It is not a good neighborhood, I honestly expected to be there for a while.  I bought a snack before I called the cab.  The cab dispatcher spoke fluent English and understood my directions completely. 

That was great.  I ate a peanut butter cup.  My phone rang, it was the cab computer telling me my ride was outside.  I looked to the side, to see a cab pulling into the parking lot! 

I waited maybe 2 minutes.  Not only that, he's a guy Ron and I call "The Angel".  He is a really nice man and very helpful. 

We had a great ride home and I finished my snack sitting in my chair (after I fed the cat, of course). 

For my next Handout, I would like to go back to Desoto and Antoine, but I need to find out if they are done with the roadwork.    I'll get there. 

Please pray for the recipients! 

Monday, October 16, 2017

My Bibles came!

Last night I noticed my arms are peeling.  It freaked me out a bit, as one nasty side effect from medication can be skin peeling horribly and causing "burns". 

It just appears to be dry skin, the non-peeling part looks totally healthy, albeit a little dry.  Now I should add, I never have dry skin.  I inherited my Dad's oily skin.  Dad, in his late 70's, barely has any wrinkles, so I have that to look forward to.  I may get age spots but I won't wrinkle. 

I debated what to do about the dry skin.  Part of me says this is "my fault" because I made a comment on Facebook about Ron's psoriasis looking "disgusting and contagious".  Maybe.  Maybe not. 

At any rate, I washed with Dove on my arms this morning.  Generally I only use it when shaving my legs because shaving will dry out my legs.  It didn't seem to help.  I still had flakes and peeling.  I put on some generic brand lotion.  That, I think, made things worse. 

I got dressed and went to work.  Sales were pretty slow.  I did all my work and helped Ron.  At one point he called me "lazy".  Not five minutes later, he asked me to do something.  I told him I'd done it.  He asked me to do something else.  I did it already.  I was dying to ask if either task qualified me as "lazy".  I didn't, but I was annoyed. 

Eventually we got it all done and left to go to the bank.  Ron had to deposit money for sales tax.  We were happy to see the bank had brought back the business line.  We made our deposit and left, taking a cab home. 

Ron and I have a natural concern.  What we have, at times, looks like a lot of money, but it's all $1 bills, half of it goes to inventory, the rest goes to taxes, payroll, etc.  We don't get to keep much of that tasty-looking "stack of paper".  One time the paratransit driver came early, saw us with the money stacked up on the counter, and made a big production about how "rich" we were.  We make about as much as I'd make working as a secretary at a small business.  It's enough, since I don't drive, but it looks like a lot more. 

So we have found it's better to finish our business and then call a cab to go home.  It's easier to do it that way. 

Ron was hungry, so he wanted to go through a drive through.  He got 2 orders of tacos.  He ate them and got sick because they are so greasy.  He's an old (62) man, he can't eat that crap anymore. 

I took a nap.  I slept pretty well, I had gotten up at 4 AM.  I got up at 3 and did my God Time (some of it, I will finish when I'm done online), got Ron up, and we went to Denny's.  I wasn't super hungry.  I had gotten some chicken nuggets from the drive through, so I just got some pancakes and had a (diet) soda.  Ron had a diet soda and left it at that. 

We took our time eating.  Denny's is great, in my book, because they don't serve alcohol and Ron won't drink before he goes there.  So I get "sober Ron".  Always a bonus. 

We spent about an hour there and came home.  I have been handing out Bible Promise books to my drivers lately, they are really nice and fun.  Totally Biblical, too. 

I knew a guy (Chuck) who was handing out copies of "The Secret" until one of his doctors told him "I'm a born again and we don't read that stuff". I am very careful that what I do hand out honors God and respects the Bible. 

Dude, I would hate to be on the wrong side of that.  [shudder]

We came home.  I had the bright idea to 1.  Take some coconut oil internally and 2.  Rub some on my arms.  It immediately helped, although I feel oiled up, like a bodybuilder at a competition. 

Since it's going to be "cold" tonight (55F), Ron set the heater to come on at a designated temperature. 

As I was typing all this, I heard some thumps, and then a knock on the door.  I opened the door to find the UPS man getting into his truck.  I thanked him.  He probably moved over 100 pounds of Bibles onto my porch.  I know he did, because the Bibles are over a pound each, and I ordered 100.  Plus a case of Spanish New Testaments. 

I had Ron lure the cats into his room, and then I shut the door, so I could bring in all of the heavy cases of Bibles.  Like I said, several cases, all of them 30 pounds or so, each.  I stacked them up in the spot I reserved for them, right next to the bookcase. 

Then, of course, I had to open a case.  They are just as pretty in person and look fantastic.  The recipients will LOVE them.  They are big, heavy, cases, that's the only "bad" thing. 

It does get me thinking about New Testaments vs. Whole Bibles.  I have handed out thousands of New Testaments.  I don't have a problem with that, I think they share the gospel and that is the important part, they also share basics of Christian Living (think 1 Corinthians 13), and prophecy (Revelation).  They are also far lighter and more compact. 

I can bring over 100 New Testaments on a Handout, where I can only bring about 80 whole Bibles, tops.  With the new Bibles probably only 30 plus some New Testaments. 

I need to pray about that.  I still have Bible money left so I need to figure out what God wants me to do.  On the one hand, I think, He doesn't care, as long as I am handing something Biblical out.  On the other hand, maybe He has something great lined up and I just need to find it. 

And the atheists are gritting their teeth again.  Don't do that, it's bad for your enamel!  (((Hugs)))

Tomorrow I do an All-Spanish Handout.  It should be fun.  We'll see what kind of interest it gets.  If it is popular (they are popular, I guess), than I will be happy to do it again. 

My only problem: I can't find a place to laminate my Spanish sign.  It is so pretty I want to protect it but I may only be using it the one time.

We'll see. 

Sunday, October 15, 2017


The party last night had a few twists on the usual, #6, party.  Instead of playing soccer in the backyard, they played it in the front yard. 

My front yard.

Now, I should add, houses on our street are set back 20 feet from the curb.  The lots aren't very wide, I think mine is 35' at the curb, and most of it is taken up by the driveway.  #6, of course, had his truck parked in the front yard, and 2 cars in the driveway.  They didn't have enough room to turn around, much less play an active game, so the kids ended up playing soccer in my "empty" yard. 

At first I was pretty upset.  I went to a lot of trouble, 6 years ago, of telling him I specifically did not want any of his kids in my yard, at all, under any condition.  I understood why they were doing it; if they lose the ball, I don't give it back immediately, I wait until the next day.  They didn't want to risk losing the ball over the back fence. 

It was also probably rather crowded in the backyard, I'd smelled the BBQ going, so that occupies space in the yard, in addition to, forgive the pun, his addition, so they really had limited room to play in the back. 

But I didn't want them in my yard.  They were pretty quiet, and they only hit the house a couple times, so I decided to pick my battles.  I absolutely did not want them in the backyard, where our bedroom windows are located, and the catio.  I didn't want them looking in the windows and messing with the catio, so it seemed to be the better of two options. 

Baby Girl was on alert, though.  Everytime someone came close to her window she leaned forward, ears pricked.  She found it all very interesting and just a little bit alarming. 

I am probably raising antisocial cats.  We never get visitors so they don't know anyone besides me and Ron. 

Then they turned on the stereo, very loud.  Sometimes they do that, play one song, and then turn it off.  I waited through the song.  They kept playing it. 

I decided I had had enough and called our local precinct.  Now, each area of Harris county, proper (not in the City of Houston limits) has a precinct, 1-5 I believe.  I won't say which I am.  Suffice to say I called the non emergency number for my locale. 

I explained I had a noise complaint and gave the address.  She got it wrong, twice.  Then I gave the street name.  She kept getting it wrong and saying we weren't in the county.  I should have explained I have been, in the county, for 13 and a half years now. 

I am a former ham radio operator.  I spelled the street out, phonetically.  Say, she thought it was "Pam" street when it was really "Palm".  I said "Pappa, alpha, lima, mike".  Then she got it and filed the complaint. 

I was very frustrated and unfortunately I'm sure it showed, but what if I was being assaulted, or Ron was bleeding to death on the floor?  We'd have died! 

Then I realized they had turned the music down, so I had to call back, got the same dispatcher, and explain I didn't need the officer after all. 

Ron is a real stickler about cancelling the call if you don't "need" them anymore. 

Later on they turned it up again but Ron was still asleep.  My general rule of thumb is that it's not too bad if Ron's still asleep. 

Much as I'd like it, I can't have a perfectly quiet neighborhood every day of the year.  Not in a 70-thousand dollar house. 

Other than that, it was pretty much the same old party routine.  People talking loudly in Spanish right outside my bedroom wall, kids screaming and playing, loud music, etc. 

I'm not sure when they wrapped it up, sometime between 11 and 12, I think.  I fell asleep. 

I woke up with a headache, it was pretty nasty.  I was also wide awake at 7 AM.  I decided to get up, my headache wasn't going to improve if I slept anymore and it was an Excedrin level headache.  I got up, drank a diet Mountain Dew, and took an Excedrin.  I am vibrating now but the headache is mostly gone. 

I got online for a bit ('most everyone is still asleep) and did my God Time.  Very pleased I got that. 

Torbie is laying on my foot.  She's pretty cute.  I need to take a shower pretty soon.  I don't need to shave my legs today or tomorrow, so I get a break from that. 

I really want to get going on my Spanish Bible Handout.  One driver told me Airline and West road is a good spot but I need to look it up on Google Maps and see if it will work.  It needs a median, wherever I go. 

And at some point I need to get my Spanish Free Bibles sign laminated.  The lettering is so pretty (not mine) I want to preserve it for as long as I can. 

But for now I have today off. 

Saturday, October 14, 2017

I like to go to bed early

Well, I'm feeling a little better today.  I got up, took a shower, and did my God Time. 

I loaded some Bibles and Bible promise books into the bag on the back of Ron's wheelchair.  We had some rides coming. 

Our first ride was late but we still had plenty of time to eat.  We went to Carl's Junior.  Interesting fact, when I am PMS'ing I often crave chicken.  The rest of the time, I hate chicken (a long story about chicken there but I can't share it without embarrassing someone else). 

We both decided to get chicken strips, but the restaurant was very slow and basically had a huge sign on the door begging for people to apply.  The manager was working the drive-thru and the front area, and favoring the drive-thru.  He apologized and said 2 people had called in sick. 

We got our food ordered (I had given a Bible Promise book, and a Bible, to the first driver).  We sat down.  Our usual spot was occupied by a homeless man, even if he got up I didn't want to sit in that seat. 

I moved a ways a way.  I have had, one a couple of occasions, had people ask for me for money while I'm eating, and one woman wanted to "borrow" my cell phone.  I told her I didn't loan it out, and I don't, not after that creep tried to steal it several years ago. 

He came up to me at the bus stop and asked to borrow the phone so he could make a call.  I loaned it to him.  The bus came.  He kept the phone and boarded the bus.  I boarded as well.  As we approached my stop he was still on the phone.  I had to confront him and get very nasty, demanding he return my phone or I would ask the driver to contact Metro police. 

Later on, some creep called my phone.  I told him "It's my phone.  Some guy tried to steal it a while ago.  If he gave you this number delete it."   He never called me back. 

So I don't loan it out, ever, because people will steal it.  Besides, it has my google account information (I don't have any financial on google but I don't want them messing with my blog or whatever). 

It's one thing I don't like about the Carl's Junior, the panhandlers and beggars.  I can only think of a few times we've gone and didn't have someone homeless, trying to beg, or wanting to "borrow" my cell phone.

It's a testament to the flavor of their burgers, and chicken strips, that we're willing to go through all this drama every time we go.  I haven't had hassles like this since Ron worked in the Tenderloin area of San Francisco. 

Boy, that was an experience.  Walk straight, eyes dead ahead, don't react to anything.  Step over the feces on the sidewalk, and urine puddles.  It was pretty awful. 

I hear it isn't any better now. 

So, we had a good meal.  We came home, I took a nap.  I woke up with a headache so I took 3 aspirin (6 hours worth) and got online. 

I suspect #6 is having another birthday party tonight.  I could be wrong, but we'll see.  My facebook "memory" feature said they had a party this weekend, a couple years ago.  I can't imagine them changing a birthday party date.  Although, my notebook says nothing until next week.  So, we'll see. 

If they have one, I just grit my teeth and turn up the music.  I unplugged the doorbell so they can't come over and harass me every time they lose a ball over the fence.  They know by now I will return it, the NEXT day. 

I'm going to take a break and call my parents. 

That went pretty well, except Ron came in the room and was adding comments to the conversation.  A little difficult to talk about his drinking when he is right there.  As far as Ron's concerned, he doesn't have a problem, and if he doesn't have a problem then I don't need to talk about it. 

It doesn't work that way.  If it's important to me I talk about it. 

The rest of the day has been pretty uneventful.  #6 does have a lot of cars in front of his house so I assume they are having a party.  Unfortunately for me, the weather is very nice and mild right now, so I'm sure the kids will be very active screaming outside my bedroom. 

[sigh]  I like to go to bed early.  

Torbie on my feet

Two days in one, again.  I got up at 7 AM (late for me) yesterday and we went to Walmart.  I finally found a canister for the dry cat food...