Grand Slam Communication
Her hips are wonky.
I bought a little doggy stepstool so she can continue to get up to her favorite sofa perch.
Meanwhile we have started her on some CBD supplements.
Wrigley does not like the stepstool at all.
With much newfound CBD-based bravado, she has been leaping over it.
Also, she has been listening to a lot of Sublime.
I guess the CBD supplements are working.
The Grown Son has been on a roll.
An obnoxious, foul-tempered, door-slamming roll.
I finally had enough.
“Don’t be such a little d**k,” I snarled.
He was shocked.
I don’t know what insulted him more.
The “little,” or the “d**k,” or the fact that these particular words came from his mother.
He reined it in.
But he was still mad.
For several days.
This morning, however, he took the garbage out without being asked, and he graced me with a smile.
This just goes to show that sometimes nothing is quite as effective as a scathing insult.