THIS FAT OLD LADY’S ME MONDAY – NOW WHAT?

Starting last Wednesday, the top of my left foot began to swell up; turn a little red, and hurt like a bitch when I tried to move my toe upwards (toward me), or when you touched the inside of the foot just below the toe.  Thursday, it was worse.  Friday, it was worse. But I…

THIS FAT OLD LADY’S STILL ABOUT MOOSE TUESDAY

Last one, I promise. (You know I’m lying, right?) One more thing I discovered tonight. Murphy is known for getting the “zoomies”.  Running up and down the halls like a maniac and sounding like a herd of buffalo. Sometimes he even gets Berta to join in, but not often and it always ends in kitty…

THIS FAT OLD LADY’S ME MONDAY – MEET MOOSE

My brother-in-law’s mother has been getting hospice care at home.  My sister asked if we would take mother-in-law’s cat. You know the answer. Well today, mother-in-law entered a hospice home and we got the call to come and get the cat. Enter Moose. How this sweet little guy got such a brawny-beefy name, I’ll never…

THIS FAT OLD LADY’S WTF WEDNESDAY – WHY?JUST WHY?

I was ready to write about the particularly rotten day I had yesterday, when I saw something on YouTube, and it just stopped me in my tracks. I subscribe to a number of recipe sites that send me e-mails with links to recipes for my consideration. Because of this, I’m guessing, YouTube has started suggesting…