Busted, disgusted, and can’t be trusted, as my dear ol’ daddy used to say. 😀
Hey! What can I say? If I don’t need the dollars, why should I work my butt off to earn them?
Ain’t a-gunna do it!
Gorgeous morning. Dawg and Human have gone a-strolling already — it’s only a little after nine a.m. We’re back at the Funny Farm. Dog is fed. Human is fed. I can’t remember if the cleaning lady/babysitter is supposed to show up and supervise my waking moments…hope to Hell not.
GAWD, how I hate that! My son really does not seem to understand that I am — as I have always been all my life — a powerfully solitary soul. I do not want people around me.
Most of the time, I don’t need people around me.
That notwithstanding, he hires people to show up here and watch my every waking moment.
Hmmm…. At 9:15 in the morning, it’s still fairly cool out there.
Instead of waiting for the Babysitter of the Day, I may just take Ruby and head off for a stroll around the park.
But you do know what that will evoke, right?
Yeah. Shortly after Ruby and I get around the corner, the woman will show up. She will be pi$$ed that I’m not here — yes, even if I leave her a note asking her to please wait — and so she’ll complain to my son.
He will be accordingly pissed…and I’ll never hear the end of it. And yes: I’ll be ordered to sit here and wait for these women, whether I like or not, whenever they show up, whatever the day’s coming heat level will be.
What I need to do is give each of these broads a key so they can get in when I’m not here.
Right. And steal me blind, hm?
Honestly: I do not want these worthies around when I’m not here and in the house to watch them. So…that obviates the morning walk.
And the morning walk IS what keeps me walking. It’s what keeps the spavined hip moving. Opt it, and I might as well order up a wheelchair from Amazon.