Chicken Salad Surprise

We took a little time off yesterday. Thought we'd take Buddy across the river with us and find an outdoor cafe for lunch. FORGOT how fearful he is of the ferry - mainly the ramps and steps.

Big Little baby.


We did find a nice place to eat. Buddy was still a little nerved up so I slipped him bites of chicken salad and Little Bubba slipped him bites of hamburger, and I slipped him more bites of chicken salad, and last night I stepped in a big pile of chicken-salad-hamburger-puke on the kitchen floor.

I remember when Buddy was just a little thing and he ate everything that would fit in his mouth. He puked up some interesting things, including large quantities of beads and a big silver dolphin pendant.

Yesterday when we walked past the sewer manholes, Buddy shrank away every time, giving them a wide berth. How can a dog who dines at the Litter Box Cafe be repulsed by a simple sewer vapor?

Isn't God awesome to give us the earthy distraction of pets, to humor us when we need humor, and to love us when we need love?

And for a mug like Buddy's, I will happily step in puke any day. Believe me, it's not much worse than cornstarch toe gravy or spray adhesive!

(At least I didn't take a picture.)

Hobbit Feet

Okay, okay, so this is a disgusting picture. Trust me when I say that it was much worse in person. Grime, cat and dog hair, several colors of lint, carpet fuzz, and I think there was about $1.45 in change for a while there. This picture was taken after climbing into bed unaware that my feet looked this way, and after a 15-minute shower the next morning, and after I finally noticed my feet and soaked them in nail polish remover.

How did this odd and unfortunate thing happen? Glad you asked. Victory Home had a fundraiser at Walmart, and I was responsible for the presentation boards and donation jars. After laying brown paper on the floor, I laid my printed-out sheets of paper and photos on the paper, facedown, and sprayed them with spray adhesive, one at a time, then placed the sheets on the presentation board. Evidently it wasn't wise to walk barefoot on the brown paper.

Hubby recommended WD-40.

I opted to scrape, peel and pull off what I could and then slip into the pool at the Y and let the chemicals do the rest. I've done worse in a pool (no, not in my adult life!). And thankfully it worked!

So, feet are back to normal, the fundraiser raised over $600, and I have an unused can of WD-40 ready for the next bizarre emergency.

Toe Gravy

Hot day today, and I forgot to shake some powder into my shoes, so I went into the Victory Home kitchen and asked the cook if he had any cornstarch. He said, "Oh yeah, I use it all the time to make gravy" and before I had a chance to protest, he spooned about a half a cup into each shoe! It felt really funny as I walked - lumpy, with occasional puffs of white escaping the sides. I showed Bethany, who saw a blog moment and promptly snapped a picture. Then she said, "You'd better not sweat too much or you'll be making your own gravy." I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe!


Five hours later...