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.
In the midst of managing the money there are unexpected and uplifting rewards at the RANCH that were sown years earlier.
Ignoring the stock market and even the quotes for the rehab of the house I’m focused this morning on the little joys you see that one day are buried and the next alive.
So it was that Ma was delighted to discover that one of her favorite plants, the hosta, is present in abundance at the front of the RANCH.
She has planted them here many times but the deer eat them as dessert.
She is optimistic that these are more secure as so far not a single Bambi has been spotted.
I’m been in a diabolically bad state. We have had nothing but storms. Hopefully some respite for a few hours today.
Add to this meteorological misfortune the fact that my Granny dumped me yesterday and went to the RANCH for the whole day.
She met every tradesman under the sun all of whom are now working on quotes for her so she can spend more of my Milk Bone inheritance.
She was ecstatic yesterday morning when she open the daily Lenten devotional from our church.
She was convinced it was another God wink.
I suppose I must agree given that the carpenter thinks he can fix the fence and the pool guys says he is hopeful we can get by with deep cleaning and a new pump.
So pray this little Pitty will be plunging before the summer is over and that the BOOM BOOMS STOP!