Monday…how you terrorize me with your Mondayness.

I got to see my granddaughter twice this week. It was great.

The first time she and her mom brought me my mother’s day gift and some cards. As I was on the floor with her, opening my cards she looked down at my ankle tattoo and said “wassat” and I said “I don’t know, what is it” she backed away horrified and said “iz uh bug”.

Then yesterday the boy’s entire family stopped by for a little bit.

As you know, I don’t dust often. Seriously. I don’t. And as you can see by the evidence below I really don’t.

jax dusted

So I gave my duster to her and she dusted for me, and rearranged all the pictures. I think I’ll leave it like this for a couple days.

I don’t remember much about the rest of the week, because Superman came home after his eye doctor appointment to tell me that he has age related macular degeneration and glaucoma. I can’t seem to think about anything else.





Not much of significance has happened in the last week.

Junior works at a company that ships food to grocery stores. This last week, he brought home 15 pounds of strawberries. The cost??? $3.


home made jam


So I made freezer jam.


Also since Junior has moved in, we have had to scrunch up our shampoo/conditioner/scrubbie/razors/shower gel/ stuff to make room for his.   The girl and I use the same type of razor.   So right after he moved in I grabbed a razor to shave the pits.   I was busy doing my business, went to rinse the razor and it still had the protective plastic thing over it.   Really?!?   Who keeps the plastic protector thingie on their razors after it has been used??? And who doesn’t notice that their pits aren’t being shaved???


Oh…and we have had to rearrange the parking situation so he can park his truck in front of the house….I miss my spot.