January 13, 2011

Poppy is almost WORSE today…Mamaw asked if he could get somebody else to work for him today—he said there was nobody else…so; he has to go. We fixed him up a super-duper lunch and sent some medicine along with him. But he forgot to take “his bobbles”—that’s what he calls em. He saves stuff from the computer on them so he called and asked Mamaw if she would run em over to him when she went to HyVee—she never says no!

She did say “no” to the Branstad Mass and Reception tonight. Said it just wasn’t good for him to over-do and take that to infect everybody else.

We took Ozzie out today and then brought him back to our house. Mamaw is getting smart—she kind of ignores him after he has had his “snaps” and he has begun to FINALLY lay down. Today he laid on the big rug in front of the kitchen sinks and took a nap. We were pleased…We took him home finally and left him there. But later in the afternoon, Becky called and said she had to work late so we went back and took “the ole boy” out again.

Poppy came in the door looked like “an 18-wheeler had run him over” and was very, very tired. We’re all very, very tired so we ate our dinner and all just lay around for the rest of the evening. I did make it to the waterbed and stayed there till Mamaw picked me up and took me to my bed. Poppy, Mamaw—hope we all feel better tomorrow—don’t you?