This and that...

So far I haven't called Mary.  I do wish I had her email so I could send her the information about Beth without having to talk to her…but I don't have her email.  Oh, well, I'm still thinking about what to do.

I spent Friday with my mother, and her memory is getting very bad.  She has also developed an annoying habit of constantly asking me if she is getting on my nerves. (Is that what's called self-fulfilling prophecy?)  I repeatedly told her that she's not getting on my nerves, but she kept asking again and again.  I finally told her...Yes, Mother, you ARE getting on my nerves by asking me over and over whether you are getting on my nerves!  Then, we laughed about it a bit, but I can see this is going to get worse as time goes on.  As usual, we'll have a family get together on Easter, and it will be fraught will tension, because I'll just be waiting until she gets mad about...whatever.  It will probably be something stupid, like last time...she didn't like one of the desserts, but I thought it was good....so she very indignantly declared that she has a right to her opinion, and left the dinner table in a snit.  Fun times.

The weather has been beautiful, I spent Saturday working in the yard.  So much to do!  After I took Buster to the park on Sunday, he got his spring/summer haircut.  "The Haircut" is always a big ordeal, as he is very uncooperative (he turns into a rag doll, won't stand up, just generally a big baby).  But he was getting too uncomfortable to walk much, because he would be too hot with his big fur coat…and he was getting so furry that he looked like a big puff ball.  Now you can see how handsome he is and he's very perky now when he goes to the park.  So even though he hates the haircut, he seems to enjoy the feeling of being fur-free. 

Before...Mr. Fuzzy

After...Mr. Clean

(Buster takes the worst pictures.  The minute any camera comes out he turns into a whipped pup...you'd think we were beating him.)

Right now Hub is watching Bizarre Foods, which is just disgusting.  I can't even describe what they are eating without wanting to puke.  So I guess it's time to go to bed.