OK, for all the bragging I've done about the Titan's, I guess I have to tell when they lose too. The Jet's got us good today. It wasn't even a nail-biter, just a big win for the Jets. It would have been nice to continue to be undefeated, but I'm not crying. We are still doing really well this year and will make the play-offs. So all is well.
So, in 1983 I had a hysterectomy. I was in the hospital for five days with morphine and a tens unit and thought I might die. I continued to recuperate at home for another week or two and milked it for all it was worth. Now, here's this little kitty who was cut open on Monday and by Tuesday afternoon was chasing a ball around the living room. I never gave her all the pain meds because she was obviously not in any pain by day three. What's up with that? Does it take human's longer to recover because we are aware. Did Gizmo miss the memo that said "you are supposed to be sick for a while"?
My granddaughter and grandson are both trying to earn money to buy Mom Christmas gifts. My apartment has never been so clean. Of course, I am a sucker and over pay them and let them clean things that aren't really in need of cleaning. Jackie wants to buy her mother some much needed clothes and has earned $60.00 so far. Brandon (age 7) wants to buy her some Sand and Sable cologne and has earned $20.00. I think they both have enough for their goals (thank goodness) so maybe I won't go broke. lol. Jackie is always a big help to me anyway (for no pay) so I don't mind doing this for them. Just so they understand that the buck stops at Christmas.
Well, I guess I will go eat a bite. I promised Brandon I would make him some Monkey Bread after I had supper. Jackie knows how to make it but he says mine is better. I think he just wants to visit and talk me to death. Boy that child can talk (I love him though). Hope everyone has a good week.