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...

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

As if that weren't enough...

When I got back home late this afternoon, The D was standing in the front yard.  LuLu had made another great escape.  I grabbed the spare leash and jumped in the car.  Circled the block like a buzzard.  No sign of her.

I decided to set off on foot.  Told The Daddler to man the station.  I'm zig-zagging through the neighborhood, hollering, at the top of my lungs, "Lucy!  Luuuu Luuuu!!  Where are youuuuu???"  Trying to avoid images of Wiley E. Coyote being flattened onto the pavement.

Long story short.  I found her.  With bells on.  Literally.  She was wearing her red velvet Christmas collar with one remaining jingle bell.  We don't know what happened to the other seven.  We suppose she ate them.

She was also wearing her leopard print fleece coat.

Damn.  Being cute goes a long way.  I wouldn't know.  I was the middle child.  Difficult.  Not cute.

Better run.  I'm in the market for a fun leopard print coat.  Because it's cold out there...

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