What do you desire in a mate? Or even just a date?
Someone who genuinely listens to your every word?
Someone who allows you to go where you desire when you want?
Someone who gives you free rein to select the meal of your choice?
Someone who lets you select the entertainment for the evening?
Or perhaps someone who wouldn’t even consider ever raining on your parade?
One of our furry companions has just such a boyfriend. Isn’t he cute?
Why do I have a photo of my sweetie pie all wet? Ever heard of exploding diarrhea?
I’m guessing I need say no more, but this was the hardest part of the cleanup job:
getting this munchkin shiny again while trying not to upset her more.
Although she much needed the bath, and she did feel much better when she was dry, she forgave me in only a couple of hours. Not many have forgiveness that works so quickly! But this photo was taken before the forgiveness occurred, as her face can only tell you for sure.
Moral of the Story: If a sick, miserable, and then torchered furry friend can forgive within minutes (even triple digit minutes), then how can we take so long to forgive each other? (Yes, I too am guilty of failing to forgive quickly. Dear Lord, please help me do better! Amen!)
This morning, I awoke to the sunlight and a hungry cat. After about 10 seconds, I realized that those two things mean that I was NOT on time for work. After I finished cussing like a sailor and flying out of bed (practically literally), I called my supervisor to let her know I’d be in as soon as humanly and traffic-wise possible. (Fortunately, I was able to work through lunch to make up the difference.)
Finally, after a fast, frantic, and furious preparation to forge on to the office, I remembered something:
A former colleague was always on time (always in this case is not extreme language). If she were going to be out for any reason, she would let us know as far in advance as possible, even for sick days (calling in at 2 a.m. while still hanging over the porcelain throne). Timeliness was one of her many virtues.
One morning, she wasn’t in the office. At five minutes after the hour, she wasn’t there and no one had a message of any kind from her. At ten after we starting fearing the worst. By a quarter after I called her home. Our conversation went something like this:
She said, “Hello?”
I said, “Hello! How are you today?”
She said, “I’m fine, but it’s Saturday so I’m sleeping in.”
I said, “Are you sure it’s Saturday?”
She said, “Of course! The alarm didn’t go off.”
I said, “Are you sure it’s not earlier in the week?”
She said, “Today is Saturday! Why are you calling me?”
I said, “Because it’s not Saturday. It’s Thursday.”
She said, “No silly, it’s Saturday.”
I (who is NOT a morning person) said, “Would I be up at this hour on a Saturday?”
She was silent for a long while.
Then she said, “I’ll be in as fast as I can get there!”
Among the things that don’t need to stay in Las Vegas are the desserts. I appreciate fruity things, and these three fruit desserts with one chocolate option were divine! I did share them with my travel companions, and we all agreed the red one was by far the best: raspberry. Thank goodness for buffets!
Moral of the Story: When eating in Vegas, save room for a few desserts.
After reading Carole Nelson Douglas’ mystery series about the cat Midnight Louie (a fun series taking place in Las Vegas), I was very much looking forward to seeing the Pirate exhibit at Treasure Island. I was impressed by the pyrotechnics and the size of the boats, but I was saddened by the scanty outfits the crew wore. The only photos I brought home were those of the techy stuff. The scanty stuff is welcome to stay in Vegas … or even skip town.
I know that’s part of the allure for some of Las Vegas – the sex appeal. For me, it was the architecture of the buildings and the larger than life signs. What did not interest me was the obscene heat. I don’t mean that I got hot from the men dancing on the bar at MGM Grand (okay, I did). What I mean is the heat index outside: 113 Fahrenheight = unacceptable! I’ll take Michigan any day!
Moral of the Story: Clothes are a good thing, even in horrible heat.
Growing up, my family hasn’t done much to celebrate July 4th. We had several reasons.
Now, as a working adult, I must say that I am pleased with this setup. I enjoy a day at home. I enjoy celebrating the nation’s birthday and that of my grandfathers by sleeping in, watching movies, and taking a nap.
Moral of the Story: Sometimes there’s nothing more pleasant than relaxing on a holiday. Letting your body renew in preparation in order to be your best when life returns to the usual routines.
What you see in Vegas, stays in Vegas is the old adage. But sometimes, I wish what I saw in Vegas would be real, here all the time. Wouldn’t it be great to have a rescuer in everyday life?
Moral of the story: Thank goodness there’s God! He’s only a prayer away.
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