Dressed To The Nines!

 I'm counting on my fingers, just how much sleep I got last night.  It was a one hander!  That means I'm a little slow on the uptake this morning.  It's a chilly 34 again, which means my heater ran most of the night.  I'm a lucky girl ... I have TWO big heaters that sound like jet's are using my hallway to take off into the wild blue yonder.  

Having been born and raised on a ranch,  nights were quiet and peaceful.  Here .... not so much!  So here I am, bleary eyed, making sure there are no critters in the back yard before letting Cooper out.  This is the routine every morning and night.  Yes I have a doggie door, but it has two problems.  One, Cooper refuses to push the door open.  What can I say, he's a wimp.  Second ... can you imagine what would happen if there WAS something in the yard?  Now THAT would be a nightmare!

That's how I discovered this.  Being the sleuth that I am, this is how I figured out what the gardeners were doing.  They forgot to cover their tracks!

I didn't do much while waiting for the hour of Bingo.  Even though I was sure I had another bag-o-muffins in the freezer for Jonathan, I couldn't find them.  Yes, the parrot is just as spoiled as the dog.  Actually, it's hard to get birds to eat what is good for them.  Same for the dog, come to think of it.  

These are corn muffins have all kinds of stuff mixed in to keep Jonathan living to a ripe old age.  The number one is sweet potato.  I tried brussels sprouts, but he spit it out.  I guess it's good to have a discerning palate.  He gets half of one a day, so I'm always baking.

Having heard nothing from the painters, I was off to Bingo early.  This is the only time of year I ever frequent a certain store that has gift cards for those outrageously expensive coffee drinks.  Three of the gals who help me the most stop in there often.  I figured it would make a great THANK YOU for helping me at Bingo.  

This is the last night until after the New Year.  YAY ... a reprieve from the castle peasants.  It was the usual night.  In spite of my asking over and over ... they still try to use credit cards.  I finally put up a sign in huge red letters ... NO TAPPING.  Sure enough ... the girl came up and tapped before I could stop her.  Those dollars seem to go off into LaLa Land and we never see them.  One of these days I'll check it out ... but NOT today.

I was served up my usual plate of heartburn.  Yeah ... it looks like someone already ate it.  Sorry ... I was trying to eat fast before the next onslaught of customers.  It's a huge Costco-ish chili dog, no bun.  On this night it was cold chili and a barely warm dog.  I admit, what's left here went in the trash.  

You never know what you are going to see at Bingo, and this night was no exception.  One girl came in wearing a onesie of EPIC proportions ... a WHITE one.  It said something all over the stretchy SUPER skin tight apparel (think spandex), but I was so blinded I couldn't see what it was.  You GO girl!!

Then the most gorgeous lady showed up in her mink covered long jacket with a fabulous mink hat that looked like this one.  She had a fabulous personality to match!  There were also a few ugly Christmas sweaters, but I didn't point those out.  You know, it's Christmas!!

At last I was out the door and heading home.  I was surprised as I walked to the back door to see a can of paint sitting there.  It wasn't there when I left, so I imagine the painters stopped by.  I guess I'll catch them later.

I've got a whole day of rest ... sort of.  I'm off to the grocery store to buy some of the rally stuff and get it packed up.  Then I need one small piece of fabric to finish a quilt.  I fully expect to spend the rest of the day on the couch because tomorrow is yet another Elks initiation.  That's code for tuxedo night.  

This Saturday however, is one of my favorite Elks traditions.  I think about 30 of us will be heading out to all the local cemeteries, including the National Cemetery in Santa Nella, to lay wreaths on the graves of our veteran members.  Wreaths Across America makes them and the Elks pay for them.  I think we have close to 300 this year.  I better go find my rubber boots and my ski parka!