Do you ever get a case of The Blahs? We have em. Nothing is wrong. Just blah.
I have a knot in my floofy tocks that Mom can't help trying to get out every time I try to get a little love. Sigh. If I see those little scissors in her hands - I'm out.
I'm a little fussy about what I feel like eating too. I'm eating, but not with my usual gusto cause it's the same old. My usual food is getting all the gravy licked off and then I demand my other flavor of choice.
It's hot and humid here. Sigh. No one wants to hang out on the porch.
My Garden is not looking it's best. Sigh. Sun 2 Squash 0. Hoping that everything will perk up again when the Hots take a break.
Mom had a Frecklectomy last Thursday and although we're sure it's fine, she's anxious to hear the results. Sigh.
What about you friends, do you have The Blahs? I think we need a little fun around here. We're going to put our heads together.