Captain Obvious

I have absolutely nothing going on. Nothing. And I missed my doctor's appointment this morning. Actually my Calvin appointment, to get sutures removed. What is wrong with me? I don't have it on my calendar, big mistake. I was in town, went for physical therapy, and I FLAT forgot about getting sutures removed. They now want to wait until next Wednesday, as they are booked. I've removed sutures, I can do this myself, Lord have mercy. 

After PT I was thinking of comfort food, onion rings, and a really big greasy hamburger. Hi Dairy Queen, what time do you start cooking burgers? (As I'm thinking breakfast menu is what's on the grill at 10 a.m.) Umm, nowww, the gentleman speaks to me slowly, without saying, "Captain Obvious". Stop it weiner. I didn't even try to explain my simple thought process. Most places wait for lunch menus. Hamburgers and onion rings aren't often on my menu. I ate onion rings all the way home, saved my YUGE burger for later. After my nap, cutting the burger in half, I'm thinking this meat isn't even real, it's anemic, flat, ugly. Kinda like my non-exercised butt right now. Dairy Queen is supposed to provide real meat. Real, I'm telling you.

I'm home, take a nap, wake up wanting these itchy stitches out. My mood is one step above an awaking grizzly with four ravenous cubs. Maggie and I need to drive to the park, take a picnic lunch, maybe a book, and get the heck out of our house for the day.

Tomorrow. 

Dairy Queen asked if MR would like a Pup Cup. Oh, how sweet, yes, yes she would love a Pup Cup. Maggie devoured her Pup Cup, every drop. See evidence pictured below.

Tomorrow is a beautiful, new day.