Did you know that Ma and Pa have just defined the 39th wedding anniversary as THE QUARTZ.
Some people buy gifts for each other. My parents buy countertop and back splash!!
Now here is the fifty million dollar question do we tile the back splash or run the quartz all the way up the wall for an extra $2000?
Please take a timely decision on this dear reader as there is a risk I may not sleep well for the next week if Ma is still tossing and turning on this critical point.
My feeling is bite the bullet and go full quartz ahead but you know she is a frugal femme fatale!!
A very Happy Mother’s Day to my HUMOM and all you Mums out there reading this today !
Strangely it is not Mother’s Day in the UK they already celebrated in the middle of Lent. The origin of Mothering Sunday dates back to Medieval times and the days gone by when kids were sent off at a young age to work in stately homes.
Midway through Lent they were allowed their one day off for the entire year when they returned to their Mother Church and to go see their families and bring a gift of a rich Simnel fruit cake.
I am exceedingly grateful to my HUMOM that i get to spend every day with her and for all the snuggles she gives me even if they are at times a little too much for one so macho as me.
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What I most appreciate are the daily trots she takes me on and the occasional spin in her emoji jalopy ARETHA.
Today I plan to be excessively kind to her and enjoy a very fine siesta and promise to be quiet when she’s watching Call the Midwife.
A very Happy Mother’s Day to my HUMOM and all you Mums out there reading this today !
Strangely it is not Mother’s Day in the UK they already celebrated in the middle of Lent. The origin of Mothering Sunday dates back to Medieval times and the days gone by when kids were sent off at a young age to work in stately homes.
Midway through Lent they were allowed their one day off for the entire year when they returned to their Mother Church and to go see their families and bring a gift of a rich Simnel fruit cake.
I am exceedingly grateful to my HUMOM that i get to spend every day with her and for all the snuggles she gives me even if they are at times a little too much for one so macho as me.
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What I most appreciate are the daily trots she takes me on and the occasional spin in her emoji jalopy ARETHA.
Today I plan to be excessively kind to her and enjoy a very fine siesta and promise to be quiet when she’s watching Call the Midwife.
Precious Peeps it’s PITS here to wing you into a wonderful weekend.
What an exciting week we have had.
The election of the new Pope was so swift.
What a surprise too that he was as Bruce would sing “Born in the USA”
I know he spent a lot of time in Peru and probably knows some bears who eat marmalade sandwiches but isn’t it great that he’s from only six hours up the road.
Robert Francis Prevost is of French, Spanish and Italian origin. Granny worked with a guy called Prevost in France and is convinced they must be related.
All I know is he a polyglot and picked a corker of a Canine name. You can’t be bad if you have a lions heart and to boot he looks so kind and handsome. Bet he speaks Pitty too!!
We got to go do lots of little chores in the car with Ma. The only downside was she took Jaws along too.
First we went to the Dollar Tree and stocked up on poop bags. For those of you who don’t know you get four rolls for $1.25. That’s like a fraction of the price elsewhere and they are good quality too. we bought about a million so we’re good for a few more trots.
We also got shampoo and cheese puffs and cookies. All tried and tested and given the family seal of approval. If we had a crest we’d give one to the Dollar Tree.
Next we hit Walmart for printer ink and mini cup cake papers and tiger balm for Dad’s back.
We then went to the Canine Collective from whence I came to off load a metric ton of aluminum cans. For those of you who are local be aware that the CC collects them to fund future rescues like me. It’s worth the trip.
Off we went then to source granite for the new home. Alas the place our contractor sent us had closed its doors and merged with another supplier so we went there.
Turned out it was just two miles from our house but I didn’t complain as it meant a few more miles in the car. They only had quartz so more road trips foreseen soon
Apart from church and grocery shopping it was a home day.
It was too wet or threatening storms to walk far so we did just two one milers morning and afternoon.
The bro was working so Ma said she and Dad were having leftovers.
That was a matter of tossing cooked pasta in a pan with some chopped up tomatoes and asparagus from aunty Marsha’s garden and covering it in a layer of shredded cheese and sticking it in the oven.
I’d have eaten it but didn’t get a chance. The two ancients noshed it up.
Sometimes a rest is good for you because this morning I’m raring to get going.