NOT MUCH #2

Winter has really zapped us, not weather-wise but energy-wise. Chronically tired, bored and grumpy. That's me. Dogs snarling at each other also. The level in the pantry is zero and I have to grocery shop today, three stores and I also have to cook Cooper's hamburger casserole. Hambuger, garlic powder, parmesan cheese, broken pieces of spaghetti. The worst is de-greasing the meat. If I just did not have to do that it would be great, but sirloin is too expensive. As it is, this is ground Chuck.

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The dogs are really bored. Even Conley. I bought some new toys but even that is not enough. They need green grass and fresh air and I need the snow to melt long enough to get the yard cleaned. We could not find salt that was ok to use with dog feets that was under $20. So without thinking I told John to buy kitty litter-- just the clay kind-- to give the dogs, especially Cooper, traction as they zoom in and out of the back door. Well it worked, except that i forgot what clay kitty litter is like when it is wet. Muck. That's what it is like. So muck it is, outside the back door, and we all track it in no matter what I do to feet or how many wiping pads are at the door inside and out, there is now melted kitty litter all over my floors and the utility room, where I do laundry. God help me if I drop anything on the floor!

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This is what the dogs do for about 20 hours a day. The rest of the time they  are eating or challenging each other for no particular reason.

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Waiting for the mailman, the brown truck or FedEx or someone walking down the street or a door to slam a block away or just about anything.
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