I have a sinus infection and am feeling a bit under the weather (whatever the hell that means.) This morning my teeth hurt so bad I told Hubby it wouldn’t surprise me if some of them fell out.
I woke up at 6:20 am and couldn’t fall back to sleep; I had a busy day ahead of me so I got up. I was on the road by 7:30 in order to get my three-week supply of dog food.
After picking up the food, I brought it home and Hubby made me an omelet before I headed over to watch my grandchildren while mom and dad went to a wedding.
I left their house and headed over to the grocery store where I did a weeks worth of shopping for me and mom. Hubby had dinner ready when I got home and after putting the groceries away and eating dinner I still had to portion out the dog’s food and empty the cat box.
A few months ago when I picked up necks Sandy said, “I forgot to tell you, every once in a while you get a head in there.”
“Oh my God!” “What do you do?” I asked. (Now I’m not really sure why I asked that, but I did.)
“Close your eyes and give it to them” was her response.
Ever since that day I have dreaded doing the necks because I knew sooner or later I was going to find a head in there. Sure enough, the day when I’m feeling pretty gross is the day I find, not one but two heads…still attached to the necks. I couldn’t give them to the dogs, so I threw them out.
Yeah, pretty gross.
Oh and I missed the Saturday morning hop.