We got lucky here in West TN today as the storm that killed many in the Midwest weakened and passed with mostly rain. The sun is out again now, with record temps forecast for tomorrow as well. Then on Friday...watch out! A twenty degree drop in this soupy mess is bound to stir up some trouble. Stay tuned for round two.
All has been going well with Faith and her four babies, well...actually TOO well considering the way our luck runs. BG called me with a sleepy voice this morning to report that 48 hours after she began labor on Monday, a seventh baby was born dead. More blood. Bless her little old heart ya'll. I have to respect the vet's office for not making easy money off of a section when we were clearly alarmed. We almost lost the runt too, but a lot of extra rubbing got him going and ready to feed. His name, since he made it, is Chance.
Per my usual life, the tire I've been airing up for six months every other day decided to give up the ghost between showers and my friend at work changed it for me. So far I owe him about a gallon of scotch for all the car work he's done for me on the spot. Dude knows his car stuff! As CEOs do, ours is leaving after a very successful tenure as our leader. I must say that I respect the man and his goals and he is one of my favorites ever. Good luck RP and family! Next month marks the 35th anniversary of my employment there and our interim is a guy who wasn't even born yet when I started. Do I feel old? Nah.
Here's a big shoutout to my friend Marfy who's going to be a Fanilow in St. Louis this weekend. She is a rabid fan and listens to him every night to go to sleep. The sound on my 'puter is jacked up for some reason where I can play CDs and whatnot but the audio channels like YouTube have no sound. Bummer.
Salsa sister sailed through the chest pain thing with no damage so she's good to go as soon as she's rested. FG and I were talking this morning about how vulnerable and uneasy she feels, and I totally understand. Being a part of management in a corporate world is always stressful and I wouldn't have the job. Just let me clock in and out like a peon so I can go home to my dogs. They are delighted to see me every time I drive up the gravel. Often, if they're out playing they'll meet me down the lane and escort me in.
Lily the *bitchcat* has improved her mood since I threw her ass out the back door for peeing on towels. After 24 hours, she was ready to play nice. If mama ain't happy, well. Ya'll know how that one goes.
Peace out ^j^
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