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The Blog Of the "Mother" of Bandit.
Bandit is my Hairless Chinese Crested--he's the "normal" one. I, on the other hand, am unrepentantly "pet-crazy." You know the type--the spinster who lives in the haunted house three blocks over with 72 cats...okay, so I don't have 72 cats, and my house isn't haunted--but my dogs wardrobe is better than mine! Need I say more? :~)
I've never been consistant at journaling, so the timing of my blogs will be sporadic at best. I just hope they are as entertaining to you as they are to me; however, be forewarned: Most of my blogs will be about The BaldOne. In spite of his Don King "do," I think he's just as cute as any of the Brothers B!
Now, if I can just remember not to get him wet--or feed him after midnight...

About Me

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My bags are packed and I'm always ready to seek out an adventure with Bandit and Moggy in tow. Bandit is my thirteen year old Chinese Crested, who I frequently call The Bald One or The BaldOne Boy (like he was one of the Baldwin Brothers). Moggy’s full name is Pip-Moggy. He’s my two year old gansta-resuce kitty. I couldn’t decide between Pip (which are the spots on die and domino tiles) and Moggy (or Moggie when I mistakenly thought he was a she), so I combined the two. Moggy refers to the British term for "cat of unknown parentage .” So in essence, I have an almost bald dog, and I’ve named my cat “Spot.”

Fun Stuff (I'm doing now or have done)

  • Artistic Attempts weekly (alternating between Painting With A Twist, That Art Place, and Peniot's Palette).
  • Bunko with the Belton Bunko Babes monthly.
  • Participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge.
  • Spades and Liverpool Rummy with the Spadetts weekly.
  • The Mighty Texas Dog Walk, Austin (fund raiser for Service Dogs, Inc--they train shelter dogs to be Service Dogs, then give them free of charge to people with disabilities.)

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Nightie Pockets

So yesterday I bought a cute retro camper/tent camping sleep shirt with assorted woodland animals. When I realized it had pockets I laughed.  Who needs pockets in a sleep shirt?!

Tonight after work I came home, fed Moggy his cat food, watered plants, put TheGirls outside for a potty break, nuked a couple taquitos for dinner, grabbed a DDP (breaking my new goal of only 1 DDP a day--which I have been very successful in abiding for several months), put out TheGirls dog food, changed into the cute new sleep shirt with the useless pockets, and put the phone on to charge--that's when I realized I was supposed to pick up Rx refills at Walgreens.

What to do? What to do?  Put bra and real clothes back on?  Wait until the second reminder text tomorrow to pick up the meds? Or break the new nightie pockets in.

Today was a labor intense day. 

I left 2 hours after my shift was over--and still didn't complete all my tasks.

Yes, what to do...

Needless to say, the Pharmasists,  Pharm Techs, along with the Neighbors across the street (and their visiting Friend),  now join the neighbors on either side of me, and a couple previous fast food drive-thru workers in seeing me in my night clothes.

And since I am on this side of town, I'm going to run the SUV through the car wash as soon as I pick up my meds.  We'll the CarWash Guys to the list. 

Nightie are not just for WallyWorld anymore. And the pockets came in handy after all. 

"My People" are branching out and invading every establishment.


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