Monday

Morning, happy Monday. I’m still trying to figure out if my coffee is going to be used for good or evil today. Let’s see what happens.

There are some tiny perks to being disabled. My “Boss”, Duke, doesn’t care if it is Monday or Thursday. We get along pretty good, and the snuggling perks are worth it. He just likes his kibble and snacks, and to be let out and back in in a timely manner.

My beloved Shuggie Lump is resting, and I certainly don’t blame him one bit. I’ve had to take over some of the chores for him. Since I’m technically more abled than he is, I’m okay with that. However, there are days when he really needs to get a fricking grip.

There are times I’ve taken the garbage bin out to the curb or back in my pajamas and footies in protest of his rank stupidity. Don’t get me wrong, I love him, but seriously Dude, let me get dressed for the day before you start whinging on and freaking on.

There are reasons I choose Duke as bossman rather than my Husband. Duke whines a lot less.

Today’s chores added to the list are loading and unloading the dishwasher, getting the garbage out, and other simple goodies. Doing this from the chair? Priceless. I get it though, he’s in pain. He can barely move some days.

I try so hard to be pleasant. Though some Mondays, I’d like to tell him to stick it where the sun don’t shine.

Hugs my friends, please have a good one. It’s a canned post, I know, but hope I gave you a chuckle. -L