WHINING (OR WINING AS MY SISTER CALLS IT!)

I just reread my last post and I can't believe how whiny I sounded about being alone this weekend.  And, I have a suspicion that my awesome caring sister read it and contacted her children here.  Jo and Craig are still in town and Emily and James are here right now for a couple of days.

I suddenly got phone calls and texts, inviting me to a day of activities with all of them.  Now maybe she didn't do a wee bit of suggestion, but it was wonderful and so well timed.

I hopped over to Kathy's house and spent some awesome time with Em, James and two little crazy active and noisy munchkins!  They were watching Ains and Stir for the morning...so book reading, hair salon playing and ripping after a very busy little two year old was in order.  I loved it!  

Jo and Craig arrived and more play and visiting and then off to lunch all together at the Korean bbq.  Nothing like cooking your own lunch on the table to create a fun experience, and not one of us was on our phone!  Which of course meant no pictures!  Sorry Kathy!

Then last night James and Em came over and we

 had a wonderful evening.  No silent gaps with the three of us.  I think I talked too much...that happens when you live alone.  I have always noticed that older people who end up living alone have a lot to say when you get together.  I am beginning to see why!!!!

Today I am meeting them for lunch...pho time!  Then right after I have an appointment with my notary.  I have a mortgage I own paying out...a biggun'.....will help pay for my new house in Port. Tomorrow I am picking Kathy and Kerry up from the airport.  It will be good to have them back in town.  I miss them!

Yesterday I bought Wrangler (really myself cuz I liked the colour) a new bed.  If you have to have a giant piece of something laying in the middle of your house it might as well be colour coordinated. So I got a giant poofy red one...by Coleman.  Its waterproof and awesome and huge.  And Wrangler is scared of it.  Seriously.  He won't lay on it.  When I force him he circles and circles and finally very tentatively will lay down on it.  But the moment my back is turned he gets off.  So it looks fantastic, but it's useless.  Sigh.  (weenie dogs...shovel list). He will tear after, growling and snapping, bad guys trying to break into Tank but won't lay on a poofy bed.

Well gotta bounce.  Get ready for lunch.  You should see my hair at the moment.  Gotta try to wrangle (haha) it into a neat poof.  TTYL

I THOUGHT I HAD SPOTS ON MY FACE...FREAKED ME OUT...UNTIL I NOTICED IT WAS DIRT ON THE SCREEN.  SIGH.  I AM SUCH A LOSER...AND THAT ISN'T THE FIRST TIME I HAVE DONE THAT.