You would think that if you were about to traverse the Atlantic you’d be keen to pack in as much sleep as possible in preparation.
No way!
My Sunday siesta was abruptly cut short when Ma started watching the Masters live from Augusta.
She, along with every other Northern Irish person not to mention a gazillion others like myself who claim Irish origin were roaring for Rory.
Oh my those first holes were hard to watch!
There are only so many cookies you can crunch to keep the nerves at bay especially those that contain no milk, egg, chocolate or other lubricants.
So slowly we migrated to the peanuts after all this was streaming live from Georgia. Later in the day she was driven to drink and took to the beer.
The screaming from Ma was nothing short of scary especially at the 11th and then the terror of the 13th! Could it be La Vie en ROSE but Rory turned around at the 15th!
Finally after the birdie by Rose at the 18th and the playoff Rory brought it home and with it a whole new meaning to “the wearing of the GREEN”!!!
Precious Peeps it’s PITS. I’m here to propel you into a wonderful weekend.
I see this as part of my life’s mission to render the rundown runts in each litter into robust rebels with a cause.
Bet you didn’t know I was so well read!
I’m doing my best in this season of stumbling stocks to bring smiles to ever face.
Sort of like the transformation that is starting at the new ranch.
Granny is off there at 7:00 this morning as the water is finally being switched on except it’s not really as it’s turned off at the mains since there is a burst pipe in the bathroom.
There may be other leaks that aren’t so obvious so even though we will have a supply at the street level we must wait till the plumber is there to check the full system and he is busy till Tuesday.
Now if this didn’t make you feel better I don’t know what will. No one can possibly beat that bubble of trouble!
Can there be any crazier person than Granny willing to take on such a challenge.
Precious Peeps it’s your Pretty Pitty here to help you over the humpty once more.
Granny and Grandpa are going to meet one of the contractors this morning to see if they can finalize the plans for the rip out of the stinky carpet at the RANCH.
Once that is done me and the Gizz may be allowed indoors. Until it’s gone Granny fears that our hyper sensitive snouts may be so overcome by the stench that veterinary bills could be incurred.
I keep telling Granny to chill that we are tougher than she thinks.
After all don’t I share a bedroom with my Dad?
Sometimes I’m misunderstood though so I’ll say no more.
Just hope for harmony and a home that hums with happiness.