03-12-2009, 12:33 PM
Okay, here we go. The new caretakers are working out well so far. Bob is hobbling a little worse every day and I worry about him making it on his feet till they replace his hip April 19 but he is a strong/silent guy and he will probably do fine. Physical Therapy is beating woo-hooo outta me but I am surviving. And Today.... ta daaaaaa....
I baked two loaves of bread with the only help someone to drag all the ingredients out of the pantry and to the work station for me. I hurt but at least I feel a little useful.
I want to be the kind of woman that, when my feet
hit the floor each morning, the devil says
"Oh Crap, She's up!"
I baked two loaves of bread with the only help someone to drag all the ingredients out of the pantry and to the work station for me. I hurt but at least I feel a little useful.
I want to be the kind of woman that, when my feet
hit the floor each morning, the devil says
"Oh Crap, She's up!"
I want to be the kind of woman that, when my feet
hit the floor each morning, the devil says
"Oh Crap, She's up!"
hit the floor each morning, the devil says
"Oh Crap, She's up!"