There is nothing truer in this world than the love of a good dog.
~Mira Grant
I’ve told you guys that Gracie was a gift… given to me by someone that didn’t love her nor treat her kindly. We’ve had her over 10 years and we have no clue how old she is. The vet guessed her “older than 13.” That makes her “older than 91” in dog years, you guys!
Even though Gracie’s start was rough, she’s not afraid to love and trust — even though she had a time she was terrified of a TV. 🙂 Gracie loves all of us, but…
she is IN LOVE with Coco.
I don’t think I’ve ever had a human (or a dog for that matter), look at me the way Gracie looks at my granddaughter… OR the way Dharma looks outside.
How cool is it when the floral designer that delivers ALSO brings cookies to your door? Pretty darned awesome, y’all.
I didn’t know Sherry was coming… I’m not sure I’d brushed my hair yet; however, I had brushed my teeth. Wearing a pair of shorts and working like a mad woman at the computer, I debated on if I should answer the door.
Once I saw who it was, I knew it didn’t matter what I looked like at that moment… Sherry could care less. She’s seen me at my worst. I only have a few friends that I know love me no matter what — Jerilyn, Alisa and Sonya, too.
Happy to get the beautiful flowers from Sonya Lewis Lentz along with a card with the following reminder:
“Old friends are like memories… when you get the chance to make a good one, you never forget it.”
After a couple cookies and a cup of coffee, there were smiles all around.
Typing this as my weather radio is blaring to make me aware of a tornado warning until 5:00 PM today, it’s so apparent mother nature is not a fan of southern Indiana. Sure it was 70°F yesterday with sunshine, but last week we had this…
Today is to be another 70° day but the sun is hiding behind angry rain clouds. The view from my office window is probably not going to stimulate massive creativity. Just looking out there and listening to the rain pelt the window has me feeling like I should just crawl back in bed.
At least I’m not sick like my MUCH older brother. That’s proof (along with the image below) that no matter what mother nature pulls out of her hat, it’s the other stuff that gets you.
We have this thing that on your birthday, you get to pick your favorite restaurant and our tribe travels along to celebrate with you by eating your favorite grub. (Somehow, I am always the one buying UNLESS it’s my special day.)
Today was Perry’s birthday and although there were a few exceptions to the rule — Ben was lazy, Coco was spending the weekend with her Mom, and the pesky non-neighbors are in Florida — Perry and I headed to Red Lobster. After we were seated our drink order was taken by a chick that asked if I wanted my water on the side. (I think she meant to say lemon on the side.) The service went downhill from there.
We’d waited over an hour when our waiter explained that the manager was working hard to ready our order and the reason it was taking so long was because a plate in front of ours took a long time to prepare. I so wanted to say…
“Where? I wanna see the plate that took a freaking HOUR to prepare!”
We were compensated by 10% off of our order. Figuring a tip is at least 20% it seems a bit stingy that poor service is worth only 10%. Still, the food was great when it made it to our table and Perry gets to celebrate AGAIN next Sunday so Coco gets to go. I hope he has a new favorite restaurant by then.
Happy birthday, Perry — look at you taking 47 like a boss! 🙂
