The tat is coming along nicely. It never did scab like I was told it would - and it never did itch. Sunday it started to peel a thin layer like a sunburn and yesterday I continued to peel more of it off. The hibiscus lost some of its vibrancy of color which kind of bummed me but that's ok. And this will seem weird but maybe if you have a tattoo it will make sense to you. Now that I've lost a layer of skin when I look at my tat I'm like, "I really have a tattoo and it's more than on the surface, it's in me". I know....weird but that's me :)
Butler was running low on dog food but I didn't want the hassle of running to Sam's Club on Saturday for two 40 pound bags of dog food so I thought I'd get him dog food at the grocery store. Saturday night he took quite a while to eat all his food (the old stuff) even with parmesan cheese on it. Then Sunday he piddled around eating his food. Yesterday when he didn't eat much of his "breakfast" I thought that was it - time to break out the new bag of dog food even though there was still some of the old food left. Butler follows me everywhere so I let him follow me downstairs where the big bin of dog food is kept. I put it on the floor and dumped the new bag of food in the bin and boy was he a happy camper. I think all I saw was ears as he dove into the bin to eat, eat, eat. I let him go at it as I went outside to bring the trash barrel back from the street and then told him he'd had enough. Let's just say he ate his supper last night and breakfast this morning just fine with the new food.
Sunday I baked some chicken breasts to have for Sunday, Monday and Tuesday night supper. The last time I did Papa Murphy cinnamon pizza it overflowed onto the bottom of the oven like it always does but I didn't think much about it. Well..............I go to preheat the oven for the chicken and open the oven door to put the chicken in and out comes a haze, something was "cooking" on the bottom of the oven. I thought "crap, I can't clean it now the oven is hot and I want to bake my chicken - I'll clean the oven later - how bad could it get?" Ya right.
Because it was pretty warm Sunday (90???) Butler and I spent some of the afternoon on the main level where it was cooler while the chicken was baking. I walked back into the kitchen and it was hazy - its happened before so I opened the kitchen window and turned on the stove's fan thinking that would take care of it like it had in the past when Mike had that problem. Ya right. Even without my glasses on as I was sitting in the living room reading I could tell it was getting hazy in the living room. Not as bad as a London fog moving in but it might have gotten that bad. I opened the front door to get cross ventilation going and eventually the haze cleared. I'm thankful my smoke detector didn't go off.
I put Butler on his leash, took one of the dog pillows in the living room and we sat down on the top step by the front door to enjoy being outside Sunday afternoon. I got the biggest kick out of watching Butler watch all the cars go by and how his nose was checking out all the scents in the neighborhood.
I'm trying to not get discouraged with the job hunt but I'm not getting any hits on anything I've applied for. I keep telling myself God has a plan and He sees the big picture.
Today Hospice of Central Iowa is having a Pet Memorial Service that I'm thinking of going to for Milly. I've never gone to their quarterly memorial service for loved ones that have passed so I have no idea what this will be like but it's a nice day and I can walk down to their building.
