Well not quite soda, pretzels and beer but have started summer with the high nineties, humid and sunny. Spent a lazy day after Backus rehab ( only three more sessions, yay.) Puppy's Pop was waiting for a call from the VA when I returned this morning so you know he's a hurting unit. About a week ago he hefted a 30 pack of Bud onto the counter and twisted his right thumb. Today it was bad enough to call the VA. He's now on ibuprofen therapy for at least a week and not supposed to lift anything heavy. But, naturellement, that doesn't mean horseshoes or planes, right? Tête de pioche! But at least he is doctoring so I'll not complain. We went to Hank's for ice cream this afternoon. Then an all out splurge for supper: a large pizza with everything on it and potato chips! This old house hasn't seen pizza in ages and it has to be at least a couple of years since it's had chips. Life is still good when you can enjoy ice cream, pizza and chips.
Quote: Good humor is the health of the soul; sadness is its poison. ___Stanislaus
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