Sunday means you-know-what... lunch with the duck and grocery shopping. He calls it "our time" and that makes me so happy when he says things like that. Sarge would be so proud of him.
I won pretty big at canasta yesterday, twelve bucks. I need to make up my Tuesday night poker fiasco. It's a start.
I read on Facebook yesterday someone asking if anyone ever talked to their pets and pretended to get an answer. I talk to Roche' all the time and I get answers. I don't even have to pretend. Maybe I took too much fish oil. Or I have rocks in my head. Or something.
Shoot I even talk to my car. Well it's Sarge's car and I guess I'll always think of it as that but still. And I always talk to other drivers even though they can't hear me. Usually they can't anyway. But if they could hear me they'd probably thank me for letting them know when they are being total a$$es and stuff. I mean they need to know, right? I am pretty sure they'd thank me too.
Fusha. Is that a real color? Or better yet - puce?
I have so many friends on cruises right now. I sure wish I was. Six more weeks. I'd better step up the card games so I can afford to go. At the rate I'm going with that I'd be cruising the tenth of never, ha!
So have a perfectly lovely Sunday y'all. I will too, for sure!