I LOVE the color! Dad help supervise and hold my glasses (I didn't want any spray paint to get on them). He'd tell me where there were spots that needed to be painted and let me tell you there were a lot of sides and angles to this chair :)
This morning we ran some errands and one was to my bank for me to order checks - the first time to order checks since Mike passed. It was sad to change the name information at the top of the check by only having me on the check - and that is only my first initial and last name. Dad was waiting in the car for me and I told him that was sad to take Mike's name off our checks and got a little emotional.
Dad's big project while he's staying with me is to find as many snake holes in both yards as he can and fill them up with dirt so if snakes do come back to my yard, their old holes will be gone. Supposedly snakes don't make their holes, they use old holes. I don't need to mow until early next week so I got my weed eater out and weed eated some of my back yard where I "just knew" the snake hole was where the snake popped up on me Memorial Day. Dad actually found the hole which was an old bunny hole (I knew it had been a bunny hole) and he filled it up good - he said it went way down into the ground. I showed him where some other spots were where I thought holes were and one was by a ladder next to the house. Dad moved the ladder, saw a snake skin, then saw two live snakes and killed them for me. Then he came inside to get me to see if the bigger snake was the butt, ugly, dark snake - nope. So 7 snakes killed and 2 I have chased out of my yard so far this year plus who knows how many repelled.
Dad said Mom was doing better yesterday and he's down at the hospital right now visiting her.
Butler's boo boo looks really good today - I'm sure everyone is so glad to hear that :) And he's a turd. Last night while Dad was working on supper (spaghetti chicken alfredo) Butler was "helping" while I was working in the office. I decided to check on Butler and he's no where to be found. I had left the door to the upstairs open and up I go - and there he was upstairs. He'd gone upstairs all by himself and thank the good Lord he hadn't fallen as he went upstairs - sometimes he does and that's why I go behind him with my hand on his behind to help me. I told him he was worse than a little kid and picked him up to carry him back downstairs - and closed the door on him.
I'm in the process of switching my MSN email to a Gmail account and trying to come up with an email name which is not easy. I don't want my email to have anything "personal" in it (ronimcfall@gmail.com or rmcfall@gmail.com, etc.). I thought I finally had a cute email name and then found out it had already been used by someone else - back to the drawing board.
