Somebody shoot me...

Somebody needs to take me out to the back 40 and shoot me... put me out of my misery and stupidity...

 

For the past two days I have felt like crap... just when I thought I was getting over this damn bronchial stuff... whammo I feel terrible again...

 

So all day yesterday I lay around like a slug... [I hate being a slug... I really do... I am a whiny slug who wants everyone around me to be a slug too... I want everyone to close the curtains turn on HBO and watch movies with me all day long... [want is the key word in that sentence because it doesn't happen...] 

 

So.. where was I?  Oh ya... my misery and stupidity and the back 40...

 

Today Sam calls me after going to pull that permit for our friend.  He says "Hey Honey do you want to drive up to the High Desert with me?  I am meeting Kris up there and giving him work to do"  I said "Sure, let me jump in the shower"  I thought I really shouldn't go... I don't feel well enough but I didn't want to lay around being a slug all day either...

 

So Sam and I and our dogs head up there... the whole time driving up there I fighting off throwing up... it was not good... but I was happy my doggies were getting to go run around up there... [they have not been happy about a new puppy in the house lately!]

Now I must tell you about last week... Last week it was in the 80's here... beautiful... so nice I gave my dogs a bath... so nice... Sam had Kieffer and Kris take a bunch of paint cans from our shop to the high desert [a bunch of 1/4 filled cans left over from jobs] Sam told them to pour them out into the sand and when it hardened from the sun, shovel them up from the ground and throw them away...]  Well we figured the spills would be really hard by now, no big deal... what we didnt expect was how much rain they got last night... [we got a few sprinkles at our house]

Yup you probably have figured out the scenario by now... I let my dogs out of my car and they ran straight thru the paint puddles... my beautiful black GiGi has streaks of white paint all over her...

I wasn't happy about it but I was sick... I thought whatever... Ill deal with it later... I crawled up on the couch up there, and fought tossing my cookies...

a couple of hours later Sam says lets go... I figure the paint on my dogs has dried by now right... no big deal... I will clean them up when I get home...

I open the car door and before I could stop Rider... right through a paint puddle and into the back of my car [with beige leather seats]

What was I thinking? Where was my brain? OMG...

 

Sam and I just spent an hour cleaning paint off of the back seat of my Excursion...

 

So... like I said... someone needs to take me out to the back 40 and shoot me... put me out of my misery and stupidity...

 

Sam said he would do it but he doesn't have time we are leaving for Texas in 2 weeks...