Guess I'm Safe.

I have not heard from the Royals so I assume all is well. Spent the afternoon in bed. No, I wasn't being fed grapes. Something else entirely. Now I'm even more tired.
It's Belle's 8th birthday. She is already getting gray on her paws and around her mouth. I hate to think of her aging. She is my husbands shadow. Oh,..she loves me to death too but only when he's not around. I honestly feel guilty that I didn't buy her anything. How weird is that?
Daughter wants me to check with my lawyer to see if there is any legal recourse for my SIL regarding his false positive drug test. I think if it is a private company, he may be out of luck. So does he quit the zantac and just die of a bleeding ulcer while trying to get a job? Just pisses me off. I get that people often bring trouble on themselves but this shit keeps happening to both my kids over and over again. Get one disaster taken care of and BOOM - there's the next one! I am looking forward to Friday. My granddaughter Meadow (age 10) will be performing a cheer leading routine during half-time at the high school football game. Too fun! Takes very little to make me happy. Ex. - The guy who draws my blood then draws a happy face on my band aid. Seeing hot air balloons. Clouds. A squirrel doing a flip. The look in my dogs eyes. When my husband pats my head in the morning. A song on the radio. The sound of my son's voice when he says,..."Hello MOther." Ah, you'd have to hear it to know what I mean. Wishing you all a joyful week! Kisses.