Early Saturday Report

The dogs woke up up early, but the cats kept me awake most of the night. They were rustling around in a brown paper bag in our bedroom. (Brown shopping bag, don't ask why I don't throw it away- I don't know- I walk by it and think about throwing it away but for some reason I don't.)

The cats were trying to tell me they were out of food in the garage. I knew what they were telling me, but at 3am I didn't care. I don't get up and eat at 3am. They don't need to either.

This has been a grueling week and I wish I could say that the gruel is over and I had an enjoyable weekend with wonderful plans ahead of me. No. My Granddad (paternal) passed away and his services are today.

I will manage to Suds it Up, but it will be in the form of cleaning rather than beer-ing. Boo. The house still smells like the Ass of a Dog.

ETA: Helen is still hangin out. But, she is now a bloody scab on my lip. BLM saw it this AM and pointed at it. I told her it was a Boo Boo and she said, "ouch". Exactly.