Is that a real thing? I mowed the lawn today. A big job. I had a nice visit with a coupla GFs in between. Forgot about The D. His dinner. After the girls left, I mowed some more. I hate to admit this, but I found it necessary to spit. That's such a male thing. But I really did get dirt in my mouth. I wasn't marking my territory.
Came in and headed to the Enchanted Airie. Took a hot shower. Put on great cotton pajamas. Padded downstairs. The D jumped when I walked into the kitchen. He startles easily. He asked me about dinner. I asked him what he wanted. He was crouched around the microwave. He said he'd handle it himself. He surreptitiously removed a slice of pizza and retreated to his living room. I laughed.
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...