On a daily basis I hear « oh I miss the sea we are so far far away from the coast, I want to go home »
This becomes particularly pathetic when she sees posts from pals in Northern Ireland who go to the seaside resorts and post pics eating ice cream.
Look I tell her we may live with JAWS but here in Ohio you are safe.
Go to the lake if you want to pretend but stay away from the beaches there are way to many sharks in those waters right now and I need you home here on the ranch with me
The thing about holidays is that you shouldn’t ever work. That’s not hard for us especially when it’s in the nineties!
Dad and I took to the sofa and vegged.
It’s it the best place to zone out because you can keep one eye on the kitchen while sniffing the most delightful smell in the whole world.
Granny could have dusted or done laundry or vacuumed but remember the rules!
She got bored doing nothing so she went to Goodwill with a budget of $5 but she spent $11. Bought some « classic » pieces INC jeans with rhinestones, Ann Taylor sleeveless floral blue print shirt, Limited white layering cami and a navy and a white stripped H&M sweater.
When she came back she was exhausted so took the Gizz for a snooze and then made fried chicken and mash as a tribute to the nation. Fortunately not hotdogs.
Well it rained all day and then it stopped at five thirty just as the bro came home so he an Ma took off for the city.
JAWS was locked up in her crate as she is petrified by pyrotechnics so I had perfect peace with Dad to watch them on TV.
The deserters pretended to be all American peeps and went to a ball game and ate fair food while they waited for it to turn dark. That ticked another item of the bucket list as they’d never seen a CLIPPERS game before!
The fireworks were seemingly Explosive !!!!
Forgive me but if I must suffer so must you!
Thank goodness we can recover today with a long siesta fiesta and just one more night of noise until New Year’s Eve!!!!!
There’s all sorts of loud noises going on in our neck of the woods that clean get on my nerves. I’m excluding Dad’s coughing and sneezing to be kind!!!!
There’s the usual sound of the train at three in the morning when Casey Jones is driving like a snail though the village and does the deep sloooooooooooow toooooooooooooot!
If I was close I’d bite him.
That’s not all! God is in on the job throwing lightening bolts and great thunderstorms our way.
Wait now it’s not finished there because the fireworks have also started.
It’s like in between storms people chat and decide we must shoot these off just in case the next storms come before we get a chance and are taken out by tornadoes!
Tonight Ma and the Bro were going to abandon us with Dad and go along with four hundred thousand other idiots to Red White and Boom in downtown Columbus.
It’s the greatest fireworks display in the whole Midwest but see we put a word in with our maker and it’s looking BAD!!!!
Precious Peeps it’s your very own PITTY Princess.
I was much maligned by that monster mash yesterday so I have to defend myself among those of you who value my perfection!
See I am half starved. I only get two meals a day and a milk bone and that’s why I have to resort to eating road kill and hay.
You may think Granny is a sweet little old lady for whom butter would not melt in her mouth but trust be she can be as tough as dried squirrel and as hard as nails.
She’s all smiles at the tearoom and sweet as a scone with jam and cream but she’s a terrible old scold with me.
If any of you are interest in adopting a Princess I would even forsake my Dad to escape the horror of the grumpy old gizzard and Granny.
As you are well aware our neighborhood is overrun with squirrels that MEGA loves to chase on a daily basis.
Regularly, they meet untimely deaths not at the hands of the Demonic Presence but due to their inability to gauge the speed of traffic.
Such was the case of one critter whose squashed remains somehow made their way into our next door neighbors yard.
There they became sun baked until such times as they resembled fur covered rawhide.
That’s when Miss MEGA got them and a battle of epic proportions between her and Ma ensued.
Man there is a reason she is nicknamed JAWS.
Poor Ma wrestled with her to pull that piece of dried meat from her mouth for a good five minutes but each time the THING came up for air she clamped back down on it.
You know Ma though. Wouldn’t give up in spite of my trying to convince her that either JAWS would choke on it or she’d die of food poisoning and we’d get rid of her once and for all one way or another.
Ma won. You can only imagine the spectacle it was for those early morning commuters going down our street.
No doubt they went into work and told tales of an elderly grey haired women grappling with a pit bull but none of them stopped to help.
Alas the CREATURE survived and Ma forgave her. Next time she absolutely must let her choke.
It may have escaped your attention that Christmas is now less than six months away.
Ma of course is on the ball as always buying treasures for her tearoom. She gets many of these at yard sales that are in full swing right now.
She finds all sorts of « junk ». Don’t tell her I said that! Last week in addition to two strings of big bulb Christmas lights and vintage ceramics bowls she got two pretty plates that she has hidden in the green monster
You’d never guess looking at this view that hidden in its depths and out of view for now are all sorts of secrets!!!
Seek and you shall find!!!!
That’s not the deal of the day though! Last week she bought an old record player. She’d had one earlier and marked it up so much she never thought she’d sell it but she did.
This new one plays better and has a radio too. She’s marked it so high (not hi-fi (joke!)) that Warren Buffet would need to come past for tea to afford it.
Of course this gives her an excuse to now look for more LPs so go on it and guess what she found yesterday?
Of course you got it! A three volume Christmas album. Perfection!! Now here’s hoping she sells it along with the record player so I get a great big present from Santa!
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