And we are back in the beige box

And I am desperately wishing for sand between my toes and a little smile laughing at me while she destroys 30 minutes of hard sand packing so your castle would stand up straight and tall.

But I'm here. On the up side I'm happily waiting for burgers and fries to be delivered for lunch.
I wonder what Bubba is going to get for dinner...

Ok because it was entertaining to me I have to tell the story of the bus stop yesterday morning - and it didn't have anything to do with Bubba and his roving Russian (dropoff). I did drop Bubba off yesterday morning with beloved hound dog in the back on the way to the Vet (more on that one later) Bubba gets out of the truck we discuss car issues and then he heads to the stop; I see a large trash truck across the street, he pulled out of the apartment complex and pulls down a fairly large branch in the road way - completely oblivious he drives away. He leaves a blocked road and two cars sitting in Monday morning dumb-founded-ness. So these two women get out of their cars, look about, then in total girl power (in skirts no less) move this branch out of the way and head off toward their day! yeah girls! Now granted they didn't move it much (it was pretty big) but they did enough to get on with their Monday. Men would have hung around waiting for the firetrucks and power tools. ;-)

Now in what I can only call Bubba-once-again-fell-into-a-vat-of-poo-and-came-out-smelling- like-a-rose; his car is fixed. And for less money that I was charged for the dog. Just a piece of something had come loose, a replaced, rebuilt part and wha-la all is right in his world. If this had been my beloved truck - no such luck... because it's Bubba. The magic mechanic fairy has waved her wand and he's back in the black. Unreal. Do you think the magic mechanic fairy wears flannel? Ok maybe that's just me.

I won't mention the 20 minutes I whizzed away waiting while Bubba was in the mechanic's office doing god knows what - personally I think it involves scratching, spitting and talking about guy things so I could be sure his car was drivable and he was capable of making his way to work. I won't mention it at all - the sitting - waiting - when I have a longer drive - and a conference call to make but I won't mention it... not me. Nope--just sitting there for no good reason... I won't bring it up... nope.

And finally my poor puppy Violet, dropped her off yesterday at the Vet's so excited, then she comes back to me with once big patch shaved and a line down her side, and one smaller patch between her front shoulder blades shaved and another line. Poor girl. You can tell from their eyes that they are still a bit doped - that's kinda fun but you can't in good conscience screw with a doped dog. I've done with Shelby but Violet not so much. Bubba did point out that she had more piss and vinegar after surgery than before - hey maybe they were good drugs.

And you have to limit the water and food she can have, poor thing came home so thirsty but I had to watch the poor thing, finally she got to drink all she wanted, and got dinner, and this morning she ate her breakfast. But she still looks like Frankenstein's puppy kit gone wrong...

That is it for today... maybe.