I hope you had a nice weekend.
Last Friday, Paul Newman informed me my arm was not attached to my body.
He asked me why I hadn’t noticed.
“I’ve noticed it really hurts,” was my reply.
“I have to put it back,” he answered.
I grimaced, forced myself to take a deep breath, and he went to work.
And … guess what?
It still really hurts – which is very normal for a few days post re-attachment.
I’m seeing Dr. Painless today.
I’m sure he’ll give me a shot of Toradol to take the edge off the pain.
Have I mentioned I hate my arm?
I get so tired of battling pain all the f*cking time.
Anyway, other than THAT … and the resulting lack of sleep,
It was an okay weekend.
Saturday morning, Fred had his first “official” training session.
He did really well – he’s a smart puppy.
There’s so much to learn when you’re new to the world.
Saturday afternoon I went to look at a few homes which are for sale.
(And no, I didn’t see any homes I would be interested in.)
It was cold over the weekend, by OC standards, so it seemed like good TV binge-watching weather.
I, along with the rest of the world, binge-watched the third season of House of Cards.
I had to work for several hours also.
Fred enjoyed the cool, rainy, weather.
He particularly liked the resulting mud puddles.
He gave me his Evil Side-Eye when I made him get out of the mud.
Fred The Newf (with attitude) at 17 weeks old.
“But, Mom, I LIKE mud puddles!”