Memorial Day weekend was a complete bust. We had so many exciting plans and then Momma went and got sickies and spent the whole three days laying around in bed and only rising like the undead to slump in her comfy chair and watch a few episodes of Mad Men before staggering back to the guest room (which I have no doubt will need a visit from the EPA given the amount of cooties she blasted all over).
Momma likes that Mad Men show (which must have close to 87 seasons). She says she remembers the sixties very well (I have no doubt).
Look what I found. A picture of a younger Momma that was taken with one of those Polaroid cameras sometime around 1968.
Yes, friends, that is an actual corgi by her side. Kind of explains things, doesn't it?
As for me, well, since she decided to stay home from the work place today, my services were commandeered to act as nursemaid. That's a bad deal for me since it means no daycare. But I take my duties seriously and have forced her on some (excruciatingly slow) walkies.
What's a dog to do? Not much. Just watch the grass grow and hope that things return to normal soon.
P.S. My nephew, Misha, could use some POTP. He developed some disturbing mobility issues with his rear suspension over the weekend and is on his way to visit the doggie neurologist.