Dog Tired

Gramma,

Moonshine had a strange Uber customer yesterday--a set of keys. 

We got so much rain yesterday, two rivers are flooding.  Tornado's of destruction, threw people's shit around.  But, today is a top ten gorgeous Minnesota day.  There's a nice breeze cloudless skies, low humidity and 84 degrees.  I regret that I was too exhausted to take advantage of it.  I had planned to continue work on an outdoor peacock sculpture.  

Spent much of the day in bed, too tired to even watch TV.  I hope this is not Lyme's disease.  I've had it before and was down more than a month, plus lengthy after effects of body aches and bouts of no energy.  My friend's dog just tested positive.  Mercy was limping and had tender joints.  I treat my dogs monthly with a preventative.  Why isn't there prevention for people? 

Poor Eddie has blue balls.  Princess is in heat and he can't reach.  I would get him some help, but I don't want winter puppies.  Next time.  Spring puppies.  Ready for summer homes with kids.  I am looking forward to making Auggies, an Australian Shepherd, Corgi cross. They are herding dogs.  Mine are both mini's. 

Don't know what I will do with the revenue.  It will not be enough to take the grandkids to Iceland and sleep in an igloo under the northern lights.  Maybe my sister and I can go through the Keyes in a rented convertible.  I would like to go to Cuba with Dave before McDonald's gets there. 

Tomorrow is an unplanned day with lots of options.  Hopefully, I will have double energy, which sometimes happens.  Dave is working late tonight.  I will meet him at the fixit shop with his antique truck.  First gear has a rattle.  There will be room in the shed for me to dig out the plates necessary for my peacock sculpture.  It's time for a beer.  Hope I can sleep tonight. 

It has to be done

Bad Grandma:  I think we should get Junior drunk today

                        (Junior perks up)

Moonshine:       No, I don't think so

                        (Junior looks at Moonshine)

Bad Grandma:  Why not?

                        (Junior looks at Bad Grandma)

Moonshine:       He's 17

                        (Junior looks deflated)

Bad Grandma:  So. It has to be done. Better late than never.

Moonshine:       No

                         (Junior skulks out of room)

Bad Grandma cracks open a Corona left in the freezer too long.

Fuckin' A

 Moonshine:    It's only 10am

Bad Grandma:    Can't drink all day if you don't start in the morning