One Can Always Hope...

Odd Bits...

...shamelessly stolen from various Facebook posts.

Sigh...

People who left years before you did and who you would probably never see again anyway...Yet stumbling on the notice of their death is still upsetting.

My Life...

...involves a lot of fur.

So Here's A Suggestion For...

... those supporting the endless fabricated Trump investigations:

How about you investigate the brown spot that's been in your underpants since Nov. 2016?  It will be hard.  You'll have to stop drumming your heels and screaming and get up off the floor.  You will have to pull that bunched material out of your crotch.  And you might actually have to put on big girl panties.

I Don't Have To...

...feed the cats.  The inside ones.  The outside ones.  The fosters. Or clean their pans.

Or juggle the exhausting puppy and his needs around everybody else's while being scared to death because I have no idea what to do with such a big, energetic puppy.

Or get to an appointment.  Although I'm sort of looking  forward to the next psuedo-chemo:  it's my last treatment and I get to ring the big bell as I leave.

I think I've tried to return to a normal life too quickly.  I took on too much too fast. Got so exhausted.  But now palmettos, the Gulf Stream, fabulous food within walking distance, and the little bit of paradise known as Folly Beach, SC, gets to work its magic.

And I finally got to see the Hunley.  All these years and I've never been able to see it before. It was just a legend when I first came to that gem called Charleston, SC. 

Now excuse me while I work through local beers while watching the surf roll in.

And, oh, there's this little Caribbean place just down the street that makes astounding posole.

I had that yesterday.  I may do their tacos for dinner tonight.

My Granddaughter's First Shot...

She's 6.  She has great parents.