Write this down because it’s earth-shattering: I went in a Michael’s and I purchased nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. Bupkus. Goose egg. And, I’m going to a nine-hour crop on Saturday.
I know. I probably should take my temperature.
The mother got some cute decorations for St. Patrick’s Day though. Watch for those.
I’ve been trying to get the mother to get herself a new mattress. She won’t hear of it. So last night I did the next best thing. I bought her a new mattress topper.
She has one on her bed now but it’s past worn out. Clearly, she had forgotten how expensive that one had been because she began to balk something fierce in the check-out last night. But I didn’t budge. I’m buying it, so don’t worry about it, I said. It was a little expensive, but I was able to take advantage of a 15 percent discount that was only good yesterday, on top of the sale price. Here’s my senior citizen, I told the clerk, pointing to the mother. (Saved over $30 extra, thanks to that.)
It’s one of those memory foam deals and the little sample they had out seemed quite comfy. I’ll let you know how it works out.
It’s bitterly cold with snow flurries this morning. I don’t know what the temperature is, nor do I want to. I do know that the wind is gusting up to 30 mph so that is a large part of why it’s so miserable. It’s not supposed to warm up again until Sunday. Sigh.
I “evicted” Ozzie last night. From the moment I got in bed last night, he was restless. I kindly asked the mother to deal with him and she did. Didn’t matter though. Toby was in full-throttle yowling mode and he wouldn’t shut up. So, I didn’t get a lot of sleep.
At about 4:15, I yelled at him to shut up. Remarkably, he did. Five seconds later, my door opened and I heard the unmistakable clatter of claws on wood. “Here is your dog.”