“Love is surviving the grocery store together without an argument.”

A nothing day and I do mean a nothing day.

I did wake up to a good surprise.
Cowboy's check hit the bank early this morning.
He wasn't supposed to get paid until the 26th, but I'm sure not complaining.
Cowboy says it's a glitch, and not to get used to it, but if we're lucky, they'll keep paying him weekly.

There was no choice. 
I had to have a phone card today before they shut my phone off.
I need to start writing down when I re-fill. 
I was sure that I still had another week left.
I got a message my phone was inactive, which should have meant it was off, but I was still able to use it.
I don't question Straight Talk.
I told Cowboy we had to go to Walmart to pick up a card. 
We'd just go on and get groceries today.
“Ain't got no time”
So we have to go back out tomorrow, and he's already fussing about that.
Badger and I told him if he keeps this fussing up about us needing to go out for our groceries, we'll start doing home delivery.
I'm not putting up with his aggravation.
This isn't the 90s when we first got married. 
There are other options now.
He got a bit sulky and said he'd take us to the store and stay in the car to sleep.
I hate to tell him. I'm perfectly fine with that. 
We might be able to get everything we need.
As it is, it's like having a Marine drill sergeant with you every week: move move move soldier, can't waste time soldier, got to hurry hurry hurry soldier.
And we forget half of what we went for.

Look, I'm 56 years old. 
I've been forced to shop with Cowboy since I was 20.
This brain of mine flat out refuses to learn to drive.
The older he gets, the more impatient he gets.
A real marriage isn't pretty roses. 
It's a toad with warts.

I did get my card. I just jogged back to the phone department, grabbed the card, and jogged back to the car.
Well, I mean I paid for it first.
We have no home phone, does anyone these days?
So everything is associated with my phone, doctors’ offices, streaming services, my kids.
It's not a luxury or optional. 
It's a necessity.

We stopped at McDonald’s, and Badger said I was embarrassing.
We stood for 20 minutes, and I wish that was a joke.
I stood and watched as they took McChickens after McChickens over to the drive-through window.
Finally, I asked an employee how much longer ours would be.
Oh, we're waiting on two McChickens.
Well, you know I've just seen you all take about 10 McChickens over to the drive-through, and we've been here forever. 
Our food has been sitting in a bag forever. It's going to be ice-cold.
And she walked off.
My face clearly shows my emotions and I was getting pretty pissed off.
An older employee who was off the clock stood with me, and she fussed at the back employees, and we finally got our food.
We always check before we leave and dang if they hadn't left out a burger.
I had to wait to get it.

As I told Badger, I've always been impatient, always had a short fuse, although I learned early to keep that under control.
Since menopause hit, my give a damn has gone on vacation.
I don't tolerate a lot of what I once did.
I'm not going to punch you in the nose, although I may want to, and I'm not going to scream and holler and cause a scene.
But I'm going to fuss at you if you take advantage of me.
And leaving me standing for twenty minutes while half my order is getting stone-cold, and you're shoving the sandwich I'm supposedly waiting on by the handfuls out to the drive-through, well, that's going to get you fussed at.

That particular McDonald’s is now off our we-can-go-to list for a while.
They don't have a good reputation with customers who fuss at them.

Cowboy left at 3 pm for what was supposed to be a quick training or safety meeting.
He didn't get back until 6:20 pm, complaining of a headache and having to watch a bunch of films.
He only had time to fix his lunch and head back to the plant.
He wasn't very happy.

Badger and I watched TV, and took a quick walk.
Then we sat outside for a while. I'm glad to have my yard swing back, although I keep holding my breath every time I sit in it.
It's old, and I mean it's old.
I keep expecting it to break.

The weather is weird today. 
It's hot but very windy, and the air just feels odd.
I'm not good with words so I can't describe it, but it just feels odd outside today.

We stayed outside until 9 pm. 
There was no reason to be inside, although we did come in before the raccoon decided to come stomping.
He seems to have a set time he visits, going by camera.

We watched TV until nearly 11 pm, when I headed to bed.
I'm on my tablet, and I'll clean this up tomorrow.
I bought the tablet for my Kindle app, I got tired of actual Kindles constantly breaking on me.
But, it's proven to also be good for blogging, give or take a few things.

Heron was in the shower when I went to bed.

These days I head to the bedroom, and I'll hear snuffling and toenails on the floor behind me, or I'll be nearly knocked down by two wolf-want-to-be trying to beat me to the bed.
I don't have to say one word. 
It just gets to a certain time at night, and I'm heading to the bedroom, and those dogs know it's bedtime.

So Ladybird was in bed with me when Heron got out of the shower.
He went in and he tried everything to get his dog out of my bed and to go to the RV with him.
Ladybird snorted, gave him a disgusted look, rolled over away from him, and refused to budge.

So I'm sleeping with two dogs again tonight.
I'm still trying to figure out how this happened. 
I've been afraid of dogs since I was itsy bitsy.
I'm a cat person, if there came a time I had to choose between saving a dog or a cat, well sorry dog.

I think Heron gets his feelings a little hurt because his dog generally chooses me or Badger over him.
It's just that we spend more time with her than he does. 
I think the first year he moved back up here he kept her all the time he wasn't working.
Then gradually he kept leaving her with us longer and longer until she's with us more than him.
She's his dog, make no mistake about that, and a lot of times she will choose him as her human.
But sometimes she just says nope and won't go with him.

Anyway let's shut this tablet down and go to sleep.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings. 
Supposedly we're going to a yard sale and then grocery shopping.
But around here you just don't make any plans.