Living Alone, King and Bolt and a Size 6

All By My Lonesome...

Being alone for the week brings additional responsibilities. The first was replenishing the wood to keep the home fires aburnin'. Well, that's a clumsy, thankless task and the first load I managed to get hit in the face with a log, leaving a few f-enheimers and a few marks on my upper lip making me look like a boxer who lost.

I've also renamed Fletcher. His new name is Bolt. This is because when we bought him as Fletcher, we had no idea he was so good at running away. Last night he decided to let himself out of his cage in the porch and wander about the house. I heard him when he came in the bedroom and rousted King out of his bed. His owner usually let's him out. Not me, it's 3 a.m. I told him to get back to bed. He did and we all slept till 9:30 a.m. I also put the baby gate on the stairs so there will be no sneaking a poop on the sly behind my couch. Now if it happens, I know it's Dennis.

Linda and I wandered 50th and France shops yesterday and we both were able to celebrate a milestone: She tried on, fit into and bought a size 10 pants and I a size 6!!!!!!!!! A celebration was in order, so we had dinner at Tejas with a bottle of cabernet with butternut squash enchiladas and a sinful chocolate cake!!! We of course only took two bites of the cake... you can't be a size 10 and 6 and eat that shit.

My Sunday morning was spent with my horse Brittany. I got her in the barn, combed the burrs out of her main and tail and fed her some grain. A little lovin' goes a long way. King and Bolt danced around the barn finding the best of the horse caca. All were satisfied and content. Bolt took off, but came back and is now laying exhausted on the rug.

Today, I plan to go to an antique store and find a cupboard for the porch so I can put my stuff on it instead of all over the couch. The man of the house tells me my s--- (laptop, papers, camera, notebooks, etc. etc.) are strewn all across the couch and no one can sit there. Well, first of all, who is he thinking wants to sit down? His imaginary friends? No one comes to our house ever! Anyway, as soon as he left, I rearranged the furniture so now I will plant my big ass on the chair with my s--- in a cupboard. I am tired of the nagging. Look forward to the antique shop run tho!