Didn't mean to worry any of you about my last "Real Mom" post. I am not one to be offended (maybe give offence since I talk too much). Really. I'm kind of like a golden retriever in a human form.
Speaking of which. I took her in to see the vet today. The lump is most likely the result of another dog and a wrestling match. Or... falling out of a tree. Or... a fatty tumor. But no scary tumor anyway. We're to watch it and see if it shrinks or stays stable. If either of those, well she's good to go. But. The vet said some kinda sad things. Like it isn't if a golden is going to get cancer... it is when. Glad though it isn't anything scary this time.
Our date night last week was quite nice! The meal out beforehand was tasty. The conversation without interruption was valued. The play was funny. And it was real funny when we walked in and realized we were right. In. Front. Like I could reach out and grab Stan Laurel's trousers if I wanted to. And we shared a little 'table' with Mr. and Mrs. Splashy Jewelry and fancy clothes and trips afar. And Mr. and Mrs SJ wanted to talk about all they've accomplished. The Chairman is really gifted at listening to people like that. Me? Not so much. But the next day I could not WAIT to get the kids. Really. Isn't that kinda odd really? I really like the kids around. Tucking them all in on Saturday night was just an 'ahhh' moment. I'm already prematurely worried about them heading off to seek their fortune's. But then again, maybe I'll be so old and the dementia so real that it won't bother me a twittle.
Why is it though when the Chairman isn't eating supper with us I feel like I hardly need to make anything? Really 4/5 of us are still here. But fussing with a salad, a vegetable, a starch, and a protein seems so silly.
Speaking of food (don't you like how my thoughts run together so smoothly?). A year
And so another glorious fall day. I'm thinking if this keeps up another four or five months, winter won't be so bad!
I'm mused out....