Friends and relatives, things have been pretty quiet around here. Same old, same old. And that gives me nothing to blog about. Don’t get me wrong – I’m thankful for this (sure beats having a medical/financial/whatever emergency). But I know you want to see how I’m doing, so I’ll give you some same old, same old stuff.
Here I’m trying to decide if I should grab the Spock Clock or a candle before I go outside as the house burns down:
The Spock clock wins. Note that I still have the demeaning “Season’s Greetings” mat under my table setting. Hmph.
I can still make it up the front stairs all by myself:
Here I’m lusting after the breakfast my parents make for themselves:
Well, at least I get one hard-boiled egg every day after my fluid/dialysis treatment. Speaking of that, and as further testament to the fact that I am The World’s Best Dog, not only do I allow a preschool teacher to stab me with a giant needle, I don’t even flinch when it happens:
I would show you a picture of that thing jabbed into me, but I don’t want to alarm my younger Iowa cousins or Olive.
My mom gave me a good tummy rub today:
And that’s about it. Whoa – I need to give a big bark-out to Katie, who figured out what NMB means. Kudos to you!
I love all of you!