THURSDAY THIRTEEN
The Pink Flamingo's 73rd Edition Thursday Thirteen
Thirteen Reasons Why Today's List Is So Bad...
The Pink Flamingo's 73rd Edition Thursday Thirteen
Thirteen Reasons Why Today's List Is So Bad...
1. I'm still dealing with the after-effects of 3 weeks of the flu, and not having a full night's sleep in 6 weeks. I fell asleep around 3AM this morning and slept until noon! Wow! Sleep!
2. I seem to spend half my time chasing Miss Beverly Sills, AKA "Bubbles" Silverman, trying to keep the little stinker out of trouble. I can't even open the fridge without the little squirt jumping in it. She jumps, not climbs. She runs so fast all I see is this white blur and she's gone on to another adventure. When she sees me opening the refrigerator door she runs so fast sometime she runs into the door and nearly knocks herself out. This morning she came running into the kitchen so fast she tripped into the large water bowl I have for everyone. She fell in it, then jumped out, sitting the floor looking at the bowl like it had done something to her!
3. I'm trying to catch up with all the work I missed when I was feeling so bad. All of a sudden I have all these freelance articles piled up that I need to do.
4. It's raining. (I live in New Mexico, rain is a big deal). Oh, I went to see Indiana Jones. Won't work either. Did that last week. (finger snap) Got it. It's been raining all afternoon. Hail. Lightening, and thunder. Every time it thunders Rumsfeld runs around the condo barking and yapping. He settled down. More thunder - repeat circuit. Jump on top of Bubbles. Try not to get beat up by Doc. More thunder. Run the circuit. Chase Bubbles. Drink water. Thunder - (this is getting old) but it's fun! Bark. Chase Mommy Cat!
5. I'm too stoned out on cold medication. That one doesn't work this week. We'll skip #5.
6. The flu has settled in my ears and I think I have a sinus infection. My head sounds like I'm underwater. It has made me very irritable. (This is the sketch from my novel, The 2nd Mrs. Earp. It is a drawing of my grandmother Reidhead.
7. My mind has quit working. When I cough there's a spot in my forehead that hurts and I need to hold it. It makes me really moody and I don't want to put up with people.
9. I'm trying to help my parents come up with a house plan. My mother is constantly calling about things. Nope, that one doesn't work either. Durn!
10. My niece, Laura was in a terrible car accident this weekend. She was a passenger in her friend's new car (totaled). It rolled, and ended up on the roof. Laura's food went through the passenger side window. She crawled through the window and noticed her ankle was bleeding. She had severed the major artery in the ankle. She sat there on the pavement holding the artery together until EMS reached her. Then she passed out. By the time my sister (Cathy) reached the hospital they weren't sure if she'd lost so much blood she would survive. They did something like 19 interrior stitches and 27 on the outside and sent her home, absolutely stunned that she is alive. The hand of God reached out and touched her. I told her the next day that the Lord had given her life back to her and asked what she was planning to do with it. She realized she'd been the recipient of a miracle.
11. Rumsfeld has been in so much trouble it is unreal. He has learned how to jump up on the kitchen counter to grab Bubbles canned cat food. (Bubbles is on a canned diet until she's about a year old or so). This weekend he pulled off most of a roll of a toilet paper and shredded all over my bedroom. He pulls the towels off the kitchen counter and runs with them, then he pees on them! He does dumpster diving in the litter box for choice tidbits of dried cat you know what - t
hen leaves them all over the floor for me to step on in the dark! The other night he barked all night. Then several night ago he went crazy barking, running back and forth from one floor to the other. I'd had about an hour's sleep. It was maybe 4AM. I get up, and follow him because he is acting so strangely. By the time I get upstairs, and go out on my balcony, I see the light from a flashlight. He calmed down after that, and snuggled up by me in bed, but neither one of us fell asleep until dawn. 12. Doc has been rather annoying lately. I think she's tired of all the attention Bubbles is receiving. Let's face it. How does anyone compete with such Bubbles cuteness?
13. I was going to do a list of great political ads but ran out of time. My sister, Cathy, ended up in the ER on Sunday evening. She has a very serious kidney infection and is in danger of losing a kidney. She and Laura are doing the enforced bed rest together, watching movies. The 70 box of Godiva I sent them should arrive today.
Doc Holiday
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