I should really get on trying to grow grass under the enormous tree in my back yard. My new lawn guy says if it snows this year, you put seed down then. He said birds won't get to it and it soaks into the ground. Who knew? Did you know? Is this one of those things everyone knows but me and I'm just berserk?
But then once the tree gets his leaves back (he feels male to me), won't grass just refuse to grow anyway?
When I first moved here in 2008, I vowed I would go out and enjoy that tree every day. I did a lot, and hated it when I forgot to go out and appreciate my tree. Hang on. Even though he's bare and so on, Ima go take a picture of him for you.
We'll check back in with Leafee in, say, March. Or if he has snow on his branches, much like his mom, June.
Speaking of being a mom, I spent $250 at PetSmart yesterday. Am now adding up if it'd been cheaper to have all four pets put to sleep. I got a new litter box, because I took the one from the basement at my old house, and once it was here on my own floor, it was evident that box had had its day. Madre di dios.
I also got flea meds for everyone. Like, apparently everyone in the universe, at this cost, and then a bed for the old dog.
Have I told you guys about the old dog, or not? Probably not, because I don't want the pressure. I CANNOT HAVE A THIRD DOG, but I stupidly went to the pound when I was staying at Kaye's, and fell in love with a dignified older gentleman who was there.
The ironically named Puppy. His owners surrendered him because he was "too old." Say, would anyone like to join me with some baseball bats so we can beat those owners senseless? And his age is listed as 7, but if he's 7, I'm 35. He's definitely got cataracts. When other dogs would walk by for their constitutional, all the dogs in the pound would jump up and bark and carry on. But not Puppy. He just sat on his splayed feets and was all, Oh, well. Look at his eyebrowns!
Anyway, I've put him on Facebook before till all the "TAKE HIM, JUNE!" remarks got on my nerves and I took the post down. Because thanks for screeching at me to "just go" adopt a dog that I already dearly love and know I cannot have. I can't afford the animals I OWN already. Please see above reference to PetSmart.
But one faithful reader told me to go get him a comfier bed, and yesterday I did at the PetSmart. I will take it over there today if I can. The shelter is about 20 minutes away and they close at 6:00, so, annoying. I'd take a picture of the bed but it's in my car. Dear FR: It's red. I thought it'd look nice with his black fur. He'll be all handsome when potential suitors come to his cage.
I have to get to work. My throat is KILLING me, and everything aches. You know I hate to complain. I'd stay home, but there's no point in having a cold if you can't tell your coworkers every detail.
Speaking of my coworkers, one of them, Fewks, sits near a wall, and when you're walking into the kitchen, there's just this one little spot where no one can see you except Fewks, from his desk. I was inspired by this, lucky for him, and this means every time I think of it, I do a little dance performance for him, my sole audience. Yesterday I "thought of it" three times. I did the frug for a bit on my way to get coffee, then I returned for water and did a little shimmy. The third time, my boss went over there with me and we did some Solid Gold moves. All while Fewks was just trying to freaking work.
No one at work likes me. They'll be glad when this cold finally does me in.