What're you doing down there? He really doesn't mind us messing around with his feet unless the clippers are near. Then it's whine city. I had his nails cut again with the free service across the street and he whimpered (loudly) all along. He must have been traumatized sometime before we got him because he's really a big baby about it.
My hillbilly husband is having two teeth removed today. Cue the sad trombone. This is what happens when you shun dentist visits for too many years. He had one removed many years ago, I'd say about 15, but you'd never know it since it doesn't show. These aren't really going to show either since they are in the back. Now he has to decide between the cheaper partial denture or the automobile priced implants. I feel bad for him so I'll be extra nice today when he comes back. Would you like a smoothie honey?
It's just lovely this getting old bit. We were at a little birthday barbeque on Saturday and the gang was primarily around 30 years old. They were actually talking about how they didn't feel quite as spry as in their twenties and how little pains were cropping up where there had been none before. Ha! We had to inform them that they better get used to it since it's all downhill from there. Honestly though, I didn't think those things at 30. 40 yes, but not 30. My latest ailment is arthritis which it looks as though I've inherited from my mother. It's just eating away at my right pinkie finger these days. I don't notice it much unless I shake someone's hand and then, ouch! As I understand it, it's only going to get worse over the years. Fun!
We have so many dang flies in the house. I don't mind it so much unless I go outside and see them crammed onto a Georgie turd as though it were a small beach on a sunny day. Then I remember how dirty the creatures are. The reason there are so many is that we leave the back door open so Georgie is free to go in and out to do his business. (Poor little guy didn't see the screen door and ran smack into it the first time. Now the screen is open too.) So Serge opened one of the front windows and took the screen off. I asked him about it since the way I see it, there are now two entryways for flies. He said, "I took it off to get rid of the flies." I pressed for an explanation of his logic. "They have no way to get out, so now when they come in they can just fly out the other side." As you can imagine, there are still flies in our house. What we need is a screen door/doggy door. I wonder if that exists.
Today is Monday, the first day of summer and I do not have to work. Yippee dee dee!