The headache went away, guess I needed to eat. Funny how that works sometimes.

I had to, and I mean HAD TO, go get 2 new tires today. I put it off cuz I hate to sit in the waiting room at the tire place while they take longer than they tell me to change and rotate my tires. Today they told me an hour. It took about an hour 15. Not too bad. They almost broke my truck however in the process. One of the lugnuts was "frozen" in place and they thought the stud was going to break off in the process. But apparently it did not. I'm not sure who the shorty was that drove my truck from their garage bay to the front of the store, but I really think they could avoid moving the seat while they drive the truck a whole whopping 100 feet. His legs have to be about 20 inchs long! I know mine are long- 33 inch inseam- but really. Did he really need to move the seat forward about 12 inches? I couldn't even fold my legs up to get into my truck! But, boy- does she drive nice now! No more rattling and vibrations (although one could say the vibrations are a cheap thrill if you sit just right!)

Whomever decided to place an invisible vise around my head, kindly remove it. IT HURTS! Oh and while you're at it, stop jabbing spikes into my neck and shoulders, will ya?

Sometimes I feel like this tomato plant. I can grow and survive surrounded by hardness.

The other night we were working on the house, painting the floor (to seal the smells out) for the carpet can be installed. I asked my oldest to go get me the painting stuff, it is kept in the stairway to the basement on the shelves that are built in under the stairs to the upstairs. She opens the door, walks down a few steps and then starts screaming. The Blue Heeler (dog) comes running, cuz after all her Jordyn is in trouble! This is what was in my basement, it's been living there for a few weeks.

When I was having the hardwood floors installed in the dining room, the access panel to the bathtub was removed. My youngest brought this frog into the house to show her brother, well, it hopped out of her hand and down into the basement through the access space.

Kotta, the blue heeler-
started chasing the frog around the basement. She would touch it with her nose and it would jump away from her. She would chase it and paw at it when it would land and she would catch it in her mouth when it would jump. Apparently it tasted nasty cuz she kept spitting it out. It was really funny to watch! But she severly injured it in the process. The frog now has a nice little stone surrounded grave in my front yard.

Kotta 1/ Frog 0. R.I.P Frog!