Welcome back both of you!

Wait, this is tempting me to call you on it! Lol.


@ Everyone - thank you for the well wishes and warm welcome back. I really need and so very much appreciate the prayers and thoughts right now. This next 30 days is a critical window to get past, (and yes, despite Kiln's tempting me with threats of Blackie standing over me reciting poetry; I am following the doctor's restrictions as best as possilble, lol).









<333 McB, you are as awesome as it gets!

Somebody call for an exterminator of good taste?

*Harrumphs!*

"An ode to the spa we used to have in the backyard that became a breeding ground of mosquito larvae from years of disuse."

In textures of thick green algae we spotted
The wriggling larvae in which the scum was dotted
Mosquitoes to be, or so they say
They'll be here to bite me on the ass some day...

Adventures in Trey World, or Why Sleep-Deprived Dachshunds Should not be Allowed Out on Their Own.

So I have been fighting a sinus infection (probably- I don’t go the doctor unless something is bleeding, falling off, or … yeah we will just leave it at that) for the last 2 weeks. (Including, I must add, my scheduled week off for vacation). Went back to work Monday, muddling through. Finally, last night was the worst- constant need to cough, twitchy legs, etc. I ended up with only about 3 or 4 hours of sleep, and so called in comatose to work.

After seeing Mrs. Treydog off to her job, I looked at the never-ending grocery list and decided to get that chore out of the way early- so I could spend the rest of the day… umm… meditating… with my eyes closed and making a rhythmic sound that is nothing like “snoring.”

I am sick- so… go for the comfortable jeans instead of the work trousers. Do not forget to extract the billfold, so the groceries can be purchased legally. (And yes- I have gone all the way through the store and pulled up to the checkout only to realize I have no way to pay- unless they are willing to take “So- it’s kind of a funny story” as remuneration. Just not this time.) Take the spare truck key from the hook, bid adieu to the feline tribe, close the door and away.

Take care of the store business; manage to find my way home, grab the groceries and stop. Look at the spare truck key- the one whose ring prominently does NOT hold a key to the house. Walk around to the sliding door, which sometimes unlatches itself- just in case fortune has been kind this day. (What? It could happen.)

Except, Mrs. Treydog, being aware of the sliding door’s predilection, has applied duct tape to the latch. (Hey- we are from the South. All you need in your toolbox is duct tape and WD-40). Look in at the cats, who give that disinterested look that says:

“Sorry, bud. We don’t have opposable thumbs. Now tell us again- the bit about the ‘more advanced species’?”

At this point (about 9:30 in the morning), I could just go sit in the truck and eat albacore tuna on potato bread, while drinking the juice I bought. Other issues could be resolved with trips to the local McDonald’s… The tuna is for the aforementioned, stubbornly-refusing-to-admit-they-know-how-to-work-a-doorknob cats; the bread is for the Mrs.; the juice is mine. So- yeah. That’s a possibility. I could do that until she gets home- at 6. Except- I do not have a can-opener and I don’t like tuna.

And of course I also scarpered without my cell phone, because I consider them a necessary evil, with the emphasis on "evil". And besides- who am I going to call- the cats? They are already laughing at me.

So… plan K. Drive the 30 minutes to Mrs. Treydog’s workplace, cadge her spare key, drive home, carry in the food, accept the “Oh- were you gone? What did you bring me?” greeting from the cats. Last step- do not, for any reason, leave the house again, not even to “just step outside for a minute.”

The looking-down-on-the-hand-that-feeds-me attitude from the cats, the unfortunate events that forces you to go look for your wife´s keys at her work... Being Treydog seems more work than anything I´ve encountered!


Oh, and about the duct tape and WD-40... I´m from the North and we have the same formula here

My cousin has been moved to a rehab facility so she can begin to work on walking again every trip I plan to go see her gets canceled due to weather or no gas, but I'm so glad she's doing better!!!!

Yay! I'm so happy for her and the rest of your family!

I´m so glad for your cousin, Lizzie! Did they manage to patch up her eye?

I STILL have no idea. No ones said anything. No one seems to know. My aunt won't even tell anyone. And I can't message her and ve like "Hey, cousin, how's the eye?" You know?

Sounds like your day was a little hectic. My day is much less interesting and basically consists of doing the boring stuff I've done for months without fail.


That's great news, Liz.

I guess you just have to wait till you hear from her yourself. If it didn´t go so good it´s a very sensitive matter to bring up

Aw Liz, that is such good news on your cousin! I so hope your luck changes and you get to go see her.


@ Treydoggie = ROFL !!

Treydog: That was an entertaining story all about bad luck. Glad you were able to make it back inside eventually.


Elisabeth: Woohoo! Glad she's still recovering, and recovering well from the sound of it. One of these days you'll make it in to see her.

So, it's my mom's b-day today. I called her up to wish her a happy birthday, and this is the first time I've talked to her in a while. She said she hasn't been feeling well lately.

-sigh-

Aw, that's sad. I hope she feels better.

Me too. I'm worried she'll get real sick

Aw Kobby <333 I hope she gets feeling better too.







This post has been edited by mALX: Oct 12 2013, 05:16 AM

The worst part is both of my parents refuse to see me.

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