Happy Thursday

Happy Day to y'all!

So far, it's been a decent day. Woke up and let the boys out in the fog. They didn't want to go into the backyard because all the water from the rain has run down the hill and it was pooled at the gate and they didn't want to get their feet wet. I have to laugh at them, silly big bad dogs scared of a little water. And yet, throw a little dirt into that water to make it mud, and they're happy to run through it and jump on me. At least Shocka walked me back down when I filled up his water bowl. I guess he was afraid I would get lost in the fog?

My drive in was not too bad. The sun started to come out as soon as I got on the main road, and I was just grooving along down the road. I went to Mom's at lunch. I had the sunroof open. I treasure being able to do that, since I used to ride around in my hoopty with the roof open all the time, even in winter (but before you ask, since it was a hoopty, this normally involved prayers that the motor powering the roof wouldn't choose to die while the roof was open--that would suck). And, since I bought the car in October, I didn't get that many chances--it's one thing to roll with the roof open all the time in a $400 car and another to roll in a car that you make payments on and is actually cute.

The twins were overjoyed to see me. I have to say this: ever since Chancey has been on her thyroid medication, it's been night and day with her, at least as far as her temperment. She seems so much happier, and, wierdly, sorry she's been so cranky. It's like she is trying to say, "I wasn't trying to be mean, Mummy, I just didn't feel good fors a long time." Of course, if I was getting a daily dollop of cream cheese, I'd be in a better mood, too. Since there are two of them, and my son is a chowhound and would take his sister's creamycheese medication ball if he thought he could get away with it, he's been getting his own little bite, too. Mom says he loves it. And, it does make things a lot easier. Since he gets a little bit every day anyway, when it's pilling time, he doesn't fight or spit it out (he probably wonders why the creamycheese is sometimes chunky-style, but then again, he's a cute dog, not a smart one, and he eats it anyway.) I just feel bad that I wasn't more pushy about finding an answer as to why my dog was turning red and gaining weight, especially when I look at pictures of her, because she went from inky black with her brown undercoat to having a dull black with red tips, and, of what I know of Schips, that wasn't normal, it wasn't her aging process, she was sick. But I did try, and no one listened to me. But we've got her doing better and the fur that is growing in is LUSCIOUS and as soft as Robbie's fur. I get two teddy bears to cuddle with.

Anyway, the bunny finally arrived at my mom's. Mom thinks she is adorable. I may just end up giving her to her for Mother's Day. I know she would love her and SO's neice has her bunny now. I don't know, I'll have to think about it.

I didn't stitch last night. I got home at 9:30 because of the traffic and just didn't feel like stitching, so I put freebies into binder pages. I needed to do it, and it reduces clutter, which is a good thing. I will stitch tonight. I promise.