This is PuttPutt when he was a kitten and was incapable of washing his own face. Ginny is helping him out.
Today I feel a bit too good. I am having insomnia issues which is never a good sign. I might have to start taking clonazepam at night just to get some sleep. That sucks.
I'm having to go to Target today to get diapers and a case of water. I hate going to Target. It's always wicked crowded and the lines at the checkouts are ridiculous.
Rich just got home from Home Depot where he purchased so many bushes that I don't even want to know how much he spent. He's planning to install them in the natural areas out front, which, granted, will look nice, but I didn't think they were really necessary. As long as I don't have to plant them though I'm fine with it.
I was writing in my journal today about how we tend to view our parents when we're young. It seems that to me anyway, my parents were handsome and beautiful and just the most awesomest ever. In retrospect my father had been showing his illness on his face for some time and looked terrible. My mother was overweight, still gorgeous, but overweight. I never even noticed these things about them. Today my mom is exceptionally overweight, considered obese even, but to me she looks fine. I guess that's a carryover from when I was a kid. I often wonder what my father would look like now, as he'd be 72 years old this year. He'd probably be bald as a melon and have shrunk a bit. He was only 5'8" when I knew him, but he comes from a short family.
Have a great day everyone. I'll catch you tomorrow.
Oh, and RIP George Carlin. You will be very missed.