Bobby went to the store and bought me real ice cream bars (my weight watcher friends will know that is significant) and real glazed donuts. Bless his heart, he is trying to get me to eat something. Everything tastes so yucky after all the meds. Then I asked him to walk me to the mailbox, 25 feet down and 25 feet back, just like he walks Kota. (No, I did not lift my leg on the mailbox.) But I sure miss him. Hell be home Monday.
Posted on: Sat, 23 Nov 2013 22:18:14 +0000
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