Hello thankful people. Am I an egghead or what? Things happen, debt is incurred, frustration with objects and possessions is constant, overdyed linen will never be what it should, and none of it matters. It's life baby. Put your big girl white Fruit of the Loom full (and I mean full) size briefs on and continue with your boring life.
We're home, Carole enjoyed the goat cheese, Dalmatia fig spread, cherry tomatoes with fresh mozzarella pearls drizzled with honey and balsamic, kiwi, mango, smoked swiss, and iced coffee. It was a nice visit. The people at this facility are top notch, so caring, always upbeat, and extremely kind. I hope I did not offend any when they came into her room to say hello (yes these workers just stop to talk with residents) and each hugged her and exclaimed how sorry they were to hear the news. My mouth opened, fig seeds filling teeth gaps, and I announced this surgery is a shame, yes, but they aren't thinking about the extreme pain for months that will end, the ability to sit, mobility with a wheelchair, go outside, in the kitchen, at home, in a restaurant. Yes yes yes it is horrible and sad, but don't make her feel worse. Tell her although devastating, it will free her from that bed, from the pain, from the isolation. And then I finished the goat cheese. Boom.
Mark went out to get a bag of ice for two small coolers and we will keep coffee cream and juices, daily use items near the kitchen. Boom!
So dear friends, I am sorry I spouted off like a whiny weenie. I'm so tired, and like all babies, expressed my crankiness.
Hope your day was good.
I'm using Paypal to pay some things and decided to spend my $10 on a WTNT Santa chart. Either Merry Old Soul or Peppermint Pals. I'm sure I can move a few bucks into the stash fund for postage.
I just realized the Steelers aren't playing tomorrow, it's Thursday not Saturday!
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