It's Been A Bad Hair Day

We are having a bad hair day.  You know those days when you should have just stayed in bed?  That was Sunday for me, which bled over into Monday and now Tuesday, just because it could.

I was so excited to go to the little church celebration of our Hometown Heros, that I decided to wear my fanciest go-to-church boots.  That was my first mistake.  I pulled too hard trying to get one on and messed up my back.  How could that happen?  It was a hard decision whether to attend or not, but by golly I was not going to miss it.  I wore my old boots instead.

Sadly by the time I got home I could hardly walk.  The more I sat, the worse it got, so I stood up most of the day.  I need a chiropractor, but of course he's closed.  Instead, I have a little trick where I roll around on a tennis ball.  Don't laugh, nine times out of ten, it works.  Yesterday was number 10.

While lounging on the couch trying to get comfortable, Mr. Cooper ALSO had a bad hair day.  I couldn't help but laugh at my sleepy eyed guy.

Want to see something funny?  This is him the day I brought him home from work.  Yup the lady brought three of them to work trying to find homes.  When she handed him to me, he grabbed me around the neck with both paws.  What a sucker I am.  That was eleven years ago.

Here's his first haircut picture.  He's such a cutie, except for that habit he picked up about growling the most horrible I'm-going-to-eat-you growl when you move in the bed at night.  Once he settles in, Jessie and I are not allowed to move even one inch.  He makes me laugh every time.

In the meantime, other towns are taking up the call.  Some clothing stores in Modesto have opened up.  Since hearing about our restaurant openings, the ABC (State Alcohol Board) has descended on town trying to keep alcohol from being served in bars and restaurants with the threat of taking their license away.  The City Attorneys are working on that as I type.  Nothing like threatening your constituents with complete shutdown forever.  It's going to be a fight to the bitter end.

In the meantime, Newsom was supposedly seen in Montana where his wife owns property.  Of course they are denying that to the hilt since that's not following his stay-at-home directive.  Some news stations say he was there, some say he was not.  You just don't know who to believe any more.

As for me, I'm now stuck home until my back gets straightened out.  Wouldn't you know ... they open things up and I'm on the couch.  I hope your day does a little better!!