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It just seems like it sometimes.
I am being threatened again, by family and… “loved” ones. I am being told that if I don’t post again immediately, well, there will be consequences.
You don’t want to know.
So here’s what’s going on at chez Lopez now and for the past six months few days.
As you probably remember, there was another auspicious occasion to go along with Mother’s Day. My birthday was the day before. I promised pictures when I wasn’t feeling too lazy to work on it and since I am now properly motivated, here they are.
Here’s John and I at Olive Garden. I gained 50 pounds that night, and it’s all in my neck… and boobs. I SWEAR my neck doesn’t look that wide in real life. My boobs, however… Yeah, that’s about it.
We had a wonderful time and I got all kinds of gifts and whatnots. The whatnots were especially great, but what would you expect? I know everyone has had tons of fun with their whatnot’s before and you know of what I speak.
Here I am with my adoring fans. I know you thought I really didn’t have any so I am attempting to provide proof. John took this and I have to admit that every night there is a fight to see who can get in my lap first when I sit down in the living room with John to watch TV and talk. Please click on the picture and notice that there are three (3) animals ergonomically packed into the chair with me. There is the one small dog slid in over there on the right trying not to be noticed, cause if I get feeling claustrophobic after a bit, or just plain HOT (and who wouldn’t), they all have to be dumped out.
Going back a ways, the last time I was at World Market I found the neatest little pair of earrings. They are freshwater pearl on a sterling silver wire. And, they were ten bucks. I LOVE them. They are comfortable to sleep in and came with little, tiny, clear acrylic backs that keeps them from wriggling out of my ear. Cause if something can wriggle off of me, it will. Except the pets… I think we all can agree that I am doomed to be smothered by the pets.
Moving right along…
This tree, planted between my house and the neighbors is in bloom and it is the neatest thing! The blooms, that are ALL OVER IT smell like lavender. And I guess they look a tad like it too.
The leaves, however, look like marijuana.
Well, they DO.
I have named it the “Lavender Marijuana Tree”. It sounds like a kind that should be very expensive.
And finally we come to my new Haan steam mop! Ignore the little old lady in the background. She continually throws food onto the floor for the dogs, (and they DO NOT clean it up well), and she’s the reason I need the steam mop in the first place…. Yeah. That’s what I’m going to run with.
Anyway, Mither gave it to me because I had told her how badly I wanted one and there is genuinely a NEED for it. She’s wonderful like that!
This bad boy does it all and with only a cup of water. Of course it needs someone to run it around and before that happens the floors need all the pet hair and food scraps swept up off of it. My chiropractor specifically told me not to sweep or mop for a couple of days.
What? Chiropractor? Krissa, you must lead an exciting life doing all kinds of adventurous things to have to go and see a chiropractor.
Yeah, well… OK, sure.
John went with me and I was glad he did so he could see and verify that I wasn’t just making up big fat fibs about how archaic the machinery looks in there. Plus I felt like it wouldn’t hurt for him to hear all the cracking that happened when she “adjusted” me.
I feel better now and go back again on Friday. Henrietta, on the other hand is going on a diet. She laughed when I told her that… I don’t know why she thought I was joking…
It’s late now and I am tired and am about to go to bed. John is snoring lightly in the chair beside me and he’s off work tomorrow. So we will get all kinds of things done. Maybe.
Free toes, everybody!