Starting with a bang

Oh, it's the first day of vacation, so it's got to be memorable.

I took Bubba out to pick up WildDog's ashes from the vet. He and Dahey plan to inter WildDog in our yard where he worked so hard to keep a yard full of oaks squirrel-free in his prime. As consolation, we picked up a half-dozen donuts Bubba was to share with Dahey, who was at work.

Bubba ate one donut in the car. He said, "I'll share with Dad."

We came home, and I did a lot of work around the house: cleaning, decluttering, and sorting out goods to donate to charity. While doing all this, I bruised my hand, burnt myself and got a blister.

When I finally had a moment to look in the Super Donut box, there was only one left. Bubba had eaten the other five.

His response, "I'm going through puberty, so I'm hungry."

I'm going to need to fill the pantry and buy a new refrigerator if this appetite is any indication of what might happen in high school.

Stay tuned.

Sore

Flipping people around in beds and chairs can be exhausting as a rehab nurse. You expect muscle strain from that.

You do not expect, however, people to leave large objects in front of walls near swinging doors, so when you open them and push you push into said object and into the wall.

And crunch yourself into the door, and feel the pain of the combo lock hitting you squarely in the chest. Nothing like a little pectoral crunch at night. Now I have some idea of how people feel breaking their ribs.

Guess I just have to move slower! Stay tuned...