I received a notice for jury duty. They give you a number to call and a code to punch in and it tells you whether or not you actually have to report. I called that number all week and kept being told to show up today at 7 a.m. I was SO excited! I made sure work was caught up and some done in advance. The house was all squared away. I dreamt about a day off from work! YAY! with pay! DOUBLE YAY! Possibly several days off work! TRIPLE YAY! Heck, depending on the case, we might get sequestered! QUADRUPLE YAY! I had visions of a mini vacation all by myself away from work and "those people" that live in this house with me. Ahhhhh..... bliss!

Friday evening the message changed to "do not report." Bastards.

I have been informed that the 236 chocolate chip cookies I baked this morning are all duds and the kindest course of action is to force ourselves to eat them rather than pawning them off on our friends. Poohbare sure LOOKED sincere, but I'm suspicious.

Life has been superbusy of late, so I'll just do a drive-by
"HELLO!" to y'all.

bah humbug!

Mom and I saw the neurologist today. All her blood work looked great, as did the head CT. With those good results, he started her on 5 mg/day of Aricept. If she doesn't have any problems for side effects, he'll bump her up to 10 mg/day. Fingers crossed her memory issues will improve a bit.

It appears we have taken in another stray. Years ago, my son had a good friend in a horrible situation who would have dinner with us more nights a week than not. Things eventually changed for him, thank goodness, and he's doing well.

Now it's my daughter's turn. She came to me last night and explained what was going on in her friend's life. I informed her that her friend is welcome at our table anytime. The food may not always be the greatest or her favorite, but it will fill her up. The child is only 15 FFS! She shouldn't have to worry where her next meal comes from on top of the other things going on in her life!

I'm kinda enraged at the moment and better keep the rest of my opinions to myself.

"THAT WOMAN" is doing her damnedest to drive me completely mad.

Pooh had a sit down with his soon-to-be new boss at the local mill. It went well. Seems Pooh has acquired an outstanding reputation at the other facility in the last thirty-plus years he's been in various departments. The new boss said he never heard one negative word spoken. That's pretty cool. He also said Pooh should be home in time to pick out a Christmas tree, so we're looking at roughly 8-10 weeks for the move.

This set me off an a horrific nesting binge and I just HAD to make everything spotless. I don't know why. ffs. So... I spent the better part of the day scrubbing walls and ceilings and floors and organizing stuff and doing this and that and none of it was essential, but I HAD TO DO IT!!!! God, what an asshat I can be. lol

Also, the girlspawn had a bunch of friends over and they entertained themselves making cupcakes and chocolates. It's kinda neat that I don't even need to supervise cuz the kid has been around me in the kitchen so much, she knows how to do that stuff. Besides, she needed distraction as it was the first anniversary of her dad's death. She never said a word about him, so mission accomplished.

Today she turns 15. How the hell did that happen? She's supposed to still be 3! I better get the cake decorated then it's off to pick up party supplies.

xoxo

... on your new lifetime membership.

xoxo

LOL - I know where YOU will be for the next 57 minutes. Plus 5 more.