Two Dogs Down…

Maggie and I slept in until 3 PM this afternoon.  As well as I do now out in public and socially, it still takes a toll out of me like yesterday. I felt exhausted today. I am waiting for Charlie and Dad to come by.  They are bringing fried chicken tonight as they normally do on a Sunday evening. I will also get my medications which I feel I dearly need tonight. Come on Klonopin! Don’t let me down! Update… Charlie and my father have arrived.  Maggie put on a grand show like no other for the two Gentlemen. She couldn’t bark fast enough to let her feelings be known. “Yay! Awesome! I love you! Get in this house and let me see you!“ Medications are down the gullet and Papa and Charlie have headed out to rustle up some KFC and Popeye’s. “The Ruse” My father told my mother he had problems with the BMW last night and couldn’t drive it home. I sniffed out this ruse immediately. It would be extremely exceedingly rare for a BMW X5 to have problems with only 32,000 miles on the clock. My father had been drinking wine with some of his frou frou football buddies. He couldn’t drive it home last night legally and Charlie took him to Auburn today to get the Beemer and bring it home. Interesting Note… I once told Charlie that I loved KFC, but Popeye’s had better mashed potatoes and gravy.  Charlie gets me two mashed potatoes at Popeye’s and puts it in my KFC box with their mashed potatoes and their cole slaw. It never ceases to make me smile.
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