Weekend is Over?

Okay, the weekend is over. My dog is coming down off of his doggy downers. Hopefully he will eat somthing now and not look at me like he hates me.

We spent Friday afternoon at my SIL house. It was nice for a while. We swam in her pool, it was a bit cool, she keeps hers at about 85 degrees, while I prefer 90 or more. Played some water volleyball. Then I ripped the toenail off of my big toe, in the pool. I was even sober. (that is probably the problem)

After Not A Grampy wrapped it up like a mummy I was relegated to sitting beside the pool listening to family stories about past holidays.

Did I mention I have been fighting a cold all last week? You know, just the runny nose and annoying cough? We came home early Friday to be here with the dogs who can't stand loud noises, in time for the neighborhood firework shows. Yes, plural. Why should I go somewhere with lots of crowds, pay money when I can stand in my backyard and watch the rednecks blow things up? So that's what we did. Along with a dog in my lap cowering from the noise. At least he wasn't barking and whining as he usually does.

Saturday we hosted the Coke Zero NASCAR Party. Had friends over, watched the race, ate good food, swam in the pool, coughed and hacked. Lost a lung later Saturday/Sunday morning. But, heck I still have one, right?

Sunday was the planned crash day. Which we did. Put a roast in the crock pot, watched 10,000 BC on DVD. Had two glasses of wine, ate dinner and fell asleep at 7pm. Woke up at 9pm went to bed. Coughed up another lung all night long. Moved to the recliner so Not A Grampy would get some sleep.

Now, I am sitting at home today, taking my vacation day that was planned too sick to even sit by the pool.

If anyone finds my lungs somewhere could you send them back to me??? I think I may need one at least sometime today.