Dysfunction Suits Me

About a month after P-Dub moved in, I decided it was about time I quit smoking in the apartment, and since then I haven't! P-Dub hung these little lanterns for me on the patio...where I spend a lot of time now...with my wooden wind chimes and bird feeder. Makes me not feel so banished! LOL!

Mo tries to climb as high as Apache, but he can barely get onto his back feet. This is why we don't leave the patio door open very often.

Once upon a time I was in pretty good shape. Lost a whole 70 lbs. I have gained back 90. :(. So, I signed back up at the gym, told Ray Ray the Killer (my old trainer) to give me 30 days, and then I'm signing back up with him. Problem is I can't get the 30 days under way. I feel like such a loser! Blah!

Yes, I might. I have many hobbies. If I wanted I could crochet, scrapbook, do some genealogy research, scan in and correct family photos, etc., but I don't wanna. Nothing sounds appealing. I'm dying of boredom and all P- Dub says is call your doctor. Is there a cure? I doubt it! Why won't he entertain me? Why can't I entertain myself?! BLAH!

Mo gets a bath from Black Hawk