The Day after Christmas

 

For your prayers and POTP

for praying with and for me and my Bob and Beau.

Christmas day, I was so sick, my nose dripping down my face faster than I could catch it, so miserable and I had not cough syrup or NyQuil, nothing to make the nose stop dripping and the coughing and hacking got worse. All stores are closed, its Christmas, I asked my phone for a pharmacy open near me, and up popped Walgreens, .6 of a mile away, open 6 to 12, and its sister store .9 miles away, open 12 to 6.

I whined about whether to pay to have it delivered or go get something myself and bob said, write down what you want and I will go get it. I instantly knew that during the night someone had replaced him with another person. ho ho ho

He found the store, found the NyQuil, and used the cash I gave him

and I took a swallow and within an hour, the nose had slowed to a trickle, the headache stopped. 

We marathon watched the first 2 of Lethal Weapon 4 movies and I laid there like a dead person. 7 pm came and I grabbed the Nyquil, downed the dose and fell in bed and slept for 8 hours straight, with one short potty break. I woke up minus dripping nose and thought

I took Beau out for his early AM and got my belated Christmas present. I wanted to take a photo, but decided it might be gross for non dog owners.

Beau pooped a PERFECT Poop! It was firm but not hard, brown not red/black, and easy to pickup without leaving any behind.

I said good boy 10 times and he raced off and around the pool yelling I'se a good boy! As I type this my sick dog is rolling on the floor upside down with his orange ball in his mouth, acting like his normal crazy self.

5 days of red slime and the day before black kind of almost formed.

if you are a pet owner you know what I was thinking.

I leave you with this scary thing to show  you the Nyquil got my MoJo back.

Did I tell you all this was going on in the coldest temps for week before Christmas records for our town. Christmas day was dreary, cold, no sunshine, my son called and said Mom, I can't say Merry Christmas, Breeze, is dying, we found her almost frozen, in a hole she dug under the house, she went out the dog hole and buried herself. I said David she is trying to die, you need to stop her suffering, he said its Christmas, the vet is closed and we can't afford it anyway. When we hung up I ask God to let that dog leave his misery and 20 minutes later, I received the text, Breeze is gone, I found her dead in her bed when I got off the phone. and the other son and his wife told me they are expecting to lose their jobs mid January. 

Hello New Year!

On the other hand I wanted you to admire my 20 year old flannel gowns that only get worn 10 days a year and this year  I wore them 7 days before Christmas, They are January only gowns.

If a woman can go in Walmart in her PJs and robe, I can certainly show you tacky gowns. Don't miss the ugly socks.

PS if any one wants to see what it looked like, he does several a day, Just Sayin!