She's now officially a blankie dog. lol
It has gone from 102 degrees on Saturday to 46 degrees this morning. The shock is almost too much for my system. I slept in my flannel nightgown last night and I'm in a robe and socks this morning as well. yikes!
Been a whacked out morning...not a good sign of things to come. The Irishman has lost his truck keys [again]. I am searching for them all the while praying to the patron saint of lost things (St. Anthony) and swearing. I've been up since 6 AM trying to find the damn things. He took my car and left for work so he wouldn't be late. I will be stuck if I don't find them. I've looked everywhere they could and shouldn't be...that I can think of. Sigh....
They'll turn up. They have to be here somewhere. After I left yesterday for MissB's house, he took the Jack Russell Terrorist to the reservoir for a long run and play. They came back. Keys were in hand at that point. I have searched all areas near the truck itself, where the leashes are kept, in the fridge, ..everywhere. This is the most aggravating part of marriage, I am sure. I told him just take my car and I'll find them. That may have been a mistake. lol
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We had a wonderful weekend with his brother and sister. Nothing fancy...they got here on Friday afternoon and I got home from work about 8:30. Before I left, I made a big skillet of chicken fajitas and some Spanish rice for their supper. Got out some homemade salsa to go with and they were set. On Saturday morning we went to a meeting and then on to Jerseyville to attend the annual Victorian Festival. It's a lot of fun, with all sorts of booths and exhibits of old timey stuff like blacksmithing and pottery and basket weaving. They have bluegrass music shows and Civil War black powder shoots. There are soldiers in full CW regalia riding around on horses, ladies in period dress sashaying around in hoop skirts with parasols. All kinds of fun, lots of people there. We had a sandwich there for lunch (of course the boys had to have buffalo burgers and we stayed with more [ahem!] traditional food. Went home and grilled T-Bones for supper, with corn on the cob and salad and new red potatoes from the garden. Ate like big dogs. The guys played cribbage and my SIL and I sat around chatting.
Sunday the guys headed out to a meeting and then on to Pere Marquette State Park to hike the bluffs. Kathy and I stayed home and had a nice lazy day of talk and a movie and going in town to Paneras for some soup and sandwich and mostly to pick up a whole grain miche to go with the spaghetti I planned to make for supper. It was a great day, all in all. After breakfast Monday morning, they headed back to Minneapolis, and we were sad to see them go. I hope they come back soon.
My son is coming by this morning--just called. He said he's got nothing going on and thought he'd come out and fish. And when I told him about the keys, he said he'll help me find them. That's what I like--a good positive attitude. lol
There's lots of crazy dog activity going on outside and I'm keeping the beasts in. We need to get the Bella dog spayed and I know the local studlies are out on the trail of a neighbors dog. A dog who has had at least 7 litters since we moved here. It's ridiculous, esp since I'll almost bet my life the dog (or any surviving pups) have had any kind of shots or anything else. Sigh....
Time to go make another pot of coffee (I had nuked a remaining half cup from yesterday) and find some breakfast. Hungry work, searching for lost things.
Have a grand short week, everyone.
