I have 201 followers! Holy moley! I never thought that I would see the day that my little, badly written blog would have so many followers. I am overwhelmed by this and grateful and happy that you all wanted to follow little old me. <3
One of my new followers is a newer blogger. She is Orwellchick and like so many of us, she has a long, hard odyssey ahead of her. I know that I can count on you lovely people to go and show her some bloggy love and make her welcome. :D
Ew! We have been skunked, again. Dammit! Skunks belong out in the forest, not hanging out here in town, making us want to gag from their stink. That was one of the worst things about living up in Highland Pines, being skunked all the time. For quite a while after we moved her to town, skunks weren't all that much of a problem but in this last year it is as if they have decided to go urban. And, of course, the little fuckers loooove to spray when it is humid so that their malodourous emanations really have some serious hang time. that we can enjy it for a good, long time. *gag!!!*
I finally decided to stop waiting for the husband unit to get off his ass and join me for walking and I got dressed and took off for a nice walk by myself, this evening. I walked up Willow Creek to Country Park and turned around and came back. All the way out was uphill, some of it pretty hard uphill, especially for over three hundred pounds of fat broad. And I didn't just stroll, I kept up a brisk pace almost all the way out, slowing slightly at the last hard pull. Once I got to the light, I turned and cruised happily home. Golly, downhills are nice.
I got home, feeling very full of myself for taking a great walk and remembered that I still had to haul myself up The Driveway. (Insert deep, echoing voice, here.) You see, we have a longish, extremely steep driveway from the frontage road up to our condo. Going down, I had to be very careful, I could have easily fallen and rolled down, like a giant pink and blue bear rolling down a hill. Not pretty, or comfortable. lol When I got home, I stood at the foot of the drive, stared up and for a moment I decided that I would just live down there. Then I gathered my ballz and humped myself up that drive. I had to stop a couple of times but I made it. Then, when I got to my front door which I had left unlocked, I was locked out. I knew why, right away, as Husband's work truck was in the drive. So I got to stand outside my own home and ring the frakking doorbell to get let in. *seriously rolling my eyes, here*
So, it felt good to get out and I enjoyed being alone, no husband, no son. Just me, myself and I, my thoughts and the darkening sky, stars beginning to show in the deep, grey-blue sky, the moon riding low and it's light competing with the streetlights for attention. :)
I'm nicely tired, now and I should sleep well, tonight.