Howdy, y'all ~
Soooo, let's not talk about hubby's smoking, after I say this:: He told the doc at the hospital he would try his dead-level best to quit smoking. But he has been smoking for 57 years. He HAS, however, cut back. This morning when he said he was going to drive over to get a couple of cigars. I whacked him on the head with a rolled up newspaper; he said he doesn't inhale the cigar smoke, but I've seen otherwise. I told him what needed to be said about the smoking, and the condition of his lungs, and I know he heard me. However ... informed adults make their own decisions, even if it flies in the face of common sense. Ya pays ya money and ya takes your chances. I do make a remark or two, at times, so he knows how I feel; but I am not The Cigarette Police. So that's all I've got to say about him still smoking. If I spend my time fretting, or nagging and being upset about it, I'd be miserable....and SO, I have chosen to let it go; it's nothing I can actively control. It's in God's and hubby's hands. I once had a retired Army General as a patient who used to tell his grandchildren, when they complained, "Life's tough. Get a helmet."
Well, the sun is shining for a change, today, though it will be clouding up and raining again tomorrow. Nannie is having a cow about the dead leaves, fallen branches, and un-mowed grass, but we can't do much if the yard never dries out. I can feel how mushy it is when I walk Ozzie on it. He doesn't like it and if he could tiptoe, or fly, I reckon he would.
Nannie and hubby are butting heads. He gets mad when she does everything she shouldn't, and she gets mad at him for saying so, she argues back at him and does things anyway. I told Nannie that she and her oldest son are very much alike and that's why they irritate one another. I am eternally glad that MY family was not tempered like this one!
I covered Nannie with the magic napping blanket, but she is fighting sleep... her eyes are closed and she keeps talking-talking-talking. I told her to quit fighting napping, like it does any good to tell her to do something, or NOT do something. OY VEY!
Same old same old, doncha know.
Talk atchoo laydah~