Since Violet has decided the Vet needed another Porsche payment... I kid because I can. She's doing better, but not 100% So we'll see what payments we can make for a possible specialist, its either her inners or her head - i.e. internist or neurologist. FOR A DOG. And an older gal at that but there is a limit on her suffering and Bubba's. ;-)
I am amazed when we discussed my chubby doctor's situation of not being a member of any insurance group that he didn't wig out. He did ask me to do some more research which I had already planned to do - so nothing overly major there. Just when you think you've got the old boy pegged he pulls that on you. Ah well. He was also equally cool about me making stuff for a Lodge function this morning - mostly because I would be getting paid back for my supplies - mostly. I had half the stuff in my fridge and what I did buy was to replace what was at home - including the crappy mayo he bought. Pay an extra .50 cents for the Hellman's light honey - the store brand SUCKS. Of course I used that for the egg salad - and some good stuff why make everyone suffer? Speaking of egg salad - I can't tell you all how the ladies doing the lunch gushed and fought over MY flipping egg salad - yes egg salad on white bread buns. It don't get more suburban than that does it boys and girls? One woman said " you make the best egg salad do you put something extra in it?" The filter kicked in before I blurted dog hair - because well you know - eeewwww... I did however, laugh and say I always volunteer to do egg salad because I'm not a great cook and it don't take much to boil and peel an egg, add mayo, mustard salt and pepper. Literally. These women are going nuts over mayo, hard boiled eggs and mustard. Go figure. I mean I like it - but hey there are days the oober white chick comes screaming out of me - my medium must be egg salad sandwiches on white bread. LOL
Work was quiet this week but I discovered how much I miss my office mate when it comes to all the ins and outs administrative things - he has been around forever and me not so much. I managed to get things mostly working by the end of the week for the new guy... but it took a bit. Up side home early Friday -- have I mentioned I love carpool? It makes up for those early OMG mornings with early Fridays in which one can, schedule a manicure, shop for supplies and be 9/10's done with said luncheon stuff by the time hubby gets home, the make dinner all prepped and ready which you did in between the sandwich makings. Life was good yesterday. Then I was SOUND asleep on the couch at 9:30 PM, woke up, let the dogs out and then went to bed at 10:30.
Saturday morning up, watching Violet like a hawk, debating with myself if that is just her usual or something else... then I got dressed and headed out to the lodge with my 20 chicken and egg salad hoagies. Please hold in your need to make chicken and egg jokes - I did them to the dogs all night last night - I'm burnt out. But if you have a family pet or small child you like to annoy with those - please don't let me stop you.
I have to be the only person on the planet who can be up and moving 2 hours before she has to be somewhere and still be late? However, I don't feel so bad about that because I was the last one out of the lodge today... um - Worthy Matron who planned this mess - you're last out pumpkin. But no - it's usually me so I make sure all things are tended. Oh well. Plus side home an hour earlier than I planned, I have lunch for Bubba tomorrow and cake for me today. So time to blog, pay bills - which is really why I turn on the computer (wink wink) and the dogs are outside soaking up the sun - it's 60 degrees on 7 January... life is good there.
Tonight is my company's party with maybe some holiday premise in there - I dunno it's tonight and it's at the Smithsonian near Dulles Airport so a bit of a drive for me and Bubba but thankfully I'm meeting up with some friends so the night won't be a complete bust. And it won't be sub-zero either which is awful when one must dress up and go out in nylons and heels. And yes I'm wearing the sexy shoes - may bring something with me to walk from parking lot, sexy shoes are pretty and party worthy but a PITA to walk around in... ah the price we pay for shoes eh girls? The line - anyone... from THE movie? Dolly Parton as Truvy... y'all go consult your copy and get back to me. But remember if a 7 feels so good buy a size 8. ;-) Unless you're me - that a size 7 in only certain shoes and I'm wandering aren't I?
Oh goodie Bubba is home and apparently in a mood so fine stay outside YOUR clean car and putz with my radio, while I sit in here fat and happy and blogging. We are T-90 until I head to the showers and begin the process of attempting to turn this cow's ear into a silk purse - or at least a clean, powered and decently dressed cow's ear... with sexy shoes. :-) NOW I get why the dogs love me! LOL that and I provide the twice daily food ration - and peanut butter. Which cleverly supply the vehicle in which drugs are administered to both pups, one at bedtime only and one twice a day - I won't take any bets as to which is which - too farting easy. (see first line of today's brain dump).
So I guess I better deal with bills, and the kitchen and whatever strikes my fancy, then it's off to transform from mild manner egg salad on white bread maker to mover and shaker in a party dress for "Nerds Are Us, Inc".
Welcome to my life - ain't it grand?
Later.
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