To blog or not to blog…there is no question.

The question is what am I gonna write about? This was so far removed from my brain today, when someone asked me this evening what I was gonna blog about, I almost answered, “what blog?” At least, I don’t think I did.

So I could tell you about how I’m a snob. No, really. People truly think that. And I guess I am. I don’t go out of my way to talk to strangers (I just hug them). I am not going to tell you how I adore your {clothes/ shoes/ hair/ eye makeup/ jewelry/ food/ house/ car} to make you like me. You know people do that, don’t you? They’ll just gush and flatter and go on to make you feel good about yourself but it’s all hogwash. I will tell you if I truly do like whatever it is. I’m also a snob about quality. I don’t want cheap toilet paper, Kleenex, or paper towels. I guess I’m a snob about paper products. Funnily enough, I don’t like eating off paper plates 🤔 I mean, I get it, for cooking out and you’ve got a passel of drunks in your backyard plus you don’t wanna do a bunch of dishes. Or if I make a sandwich or get pizza, a paper plate is fine. But if I’m eating a meal- meat and three sides- I want an honest-to-goodness plate. I guess it’s because I never had kids. Kids break stuff.

Speaking of food, I have eaten all day but I’m still thinking I could eat a little something else 😏 I had my oatmeal this morning for breakfast. Then my strawberries had ripened sufficiently so I dipped them in white chocolate and had to sample a few to make sure I was doing it right 😉 then I had a meatball sub for lunch…then I had a whole bunch of white chocolate strawberries…then I came home and ate my leftovers from last night…and a great big Honeycrisp apple…then some club crackers with cheese. I mean…..it was primarily fruit…you can’t really get full on chocolate covered strawberries. You can about make yourself sick, but you still ain’t full. That’s some wisdom from Amy, right there.

Chester woke me up sometime after one last night with a Level II Bark. Level II usually garners my attention enough for me to come check things out but I was so warm and cozy and sleeping so very well. I listened intently for sounds of robbers. If I played my cards right I wouldn’t have to get out of bed to shoot them….but nah, just coyotes. Sounded like at least two dozen, so there were probably three.

Chester has about five barks. They’re rated the opposite of hurricanes:

Level I: the most intense. This means, “Something bad is going down and I’m gonna take charge of the situation by eating their face off if you don’t get in here.” I’m not sure what actually happens when I’m not home and he barks like this, but it’s mildly frightening to watch when I am. My friend’s dad dropped some papers off the other day. He stuck them inside the screen door. “What kinda dog is ‘at?” He asked me when I got home. “Probably pit and chocolate lab mixed, best anyone figures,” I told him. “Well, all I knew is I wasn’t going in the house!” 🤣🤣🤣 that’s the idea.

Level II: something ain’t exactly right, but it’s probably nothing. But I should probably check.

Level III: Nyla is outside and I must goooooooo frolic with her. Often accompanied by whining.

Level IV: Scott is home.

Level V: I’m actually asleep and dreaming I’m barking.

I am so glad tomorrow is Friday. I get to see Sweet Cynthia and that’s always a treat! She thinks I’m a hoot and a holler.

My friend’s mom called me this afternoon to see if I was going to the forum about the school board. “Nah, I already voted anyway,” I told her. “Oh, and your election was today, wasn’t it?” Me: “No, it was Tuesday.” Her: “I thought today was Tuesday. *sigh* Amy, I’m telling you, I’m not the girl I once was.” I tried not to laugh too hard. I have those days right regular and I’m merely forty something.

I guess I’ve covered all the bases for now. I’ll let ya know if anything transpires. It better not, I am very sleepy. And I need to go to bed before I decide to eat anything else.

Love from Appalachia,

~Amy