Nutzoid......yep......

*checking*

Yep...it's starting to make me nutzoid.

The table can't be 'made'. Ya know, like table cloth and placemats ON the table.....yeah, well, that's not happenin'....a pillow has to slide across that sucker.
There's a yardstick in the corner. This shouldn't particularly bother a gal who tosses her socks and leaves shoes wherever they fall off. Himself uses it as a whozit thingy to extend his arm out and up.
And there's the pulley hanging from the linen closet door. No need to really go into the linen closet when you aren't able to 'make' the table, right? I have good plans for that pulley and an ear of corn---eventually......

And then..........there's himself, who wanders aimlessly.
And I do mean aimlessly.

And we're on week-- Wait....what week are we on?
*consulting calendar*
GOOD GRIEF!

*sigh*
We're not even a month into this deal.

The good news is the physical therapist handed over permission to drive (in town, of course.....though I'm not sure how that qualifies the permission when he could give a good yank on the steering wheel IN town and screw up the work on his shoulder just as well as he could OUT of town......hmmmm....maybe I shoulda asked to see the permission slip?)

The bad news is--we're not even a month into the six that was forecasted.

Rawr.

Yep.
Nutzoid I tell ya!



The sis in California sent a DVD to himself.
Himself thought that was sweeter than sweet.
LITTLE does he know.....

*snickering*
"The Fugitive"


The lightbulb will go on for him.
I have faith! LOL