Remember how exciting picture day was at school? All dressed up and waiting. Black plastic combs that you got to keep. I have some awful school pictures. But, I have some good ones, too.
Today is picture day at Sydney’s school.
She very carefully picked out what she wanted to wear and I could not get a really good picture of her, no matter where we went or what we tried.
So, it’s a good thing that a professional is taking her picture today.
She and I had a falling out last night because I had a sick headache and asked for her help with the dishes and she was a real pain in the ass about it. I ended up telling her I didn’t “need her damn help” and sending her away. She made up for it by letting me read her article for the school paper. It’s pretty good, even if she can’t spell worth a flip. She’s taking it to the school library and loading it into software that has spellcheck. I tried to find something on her computer with spellcheck and she got real antsy about me digging around. Guess I’ll have to sit down with that puppy soon and find out what she’s hiding.
Mable is better. Her tail is injured in addition to the problems they solved at the emergency clinic on Sunday. I worry that they may have injured her tail while they were working on her, but there’s nothing good going to come out of thinking like that. The vet gave her some anti-inflammatories and she was doing remarkably better by the time we got home last night.
That, or she’s pretending so nobody else will stick their finger up her bum.
I could understand that.
Anyway, here’s a picture of an iris that has been blooming in the garden this week. Don’t know what it is. I “liberated” it from the woods while we were on vacation. It’s not the only thing I liberated, but it is the only one that has bloomed.
Everybody have a great Friday. Still no word on the job. One of my biggest beefs is people that can’t make decisions.
And, people that decide they don’t like things before they even try them, like Sam, I am from Green Eggs and Ham and Ted Cruz, senator from the state of “I am more special than you.” I wonder if, when Ted decided to read that story during his “night of the living idiot”, he realized that Sam liked those green eggs and ham after he gave them a chance.