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If I didn\u2019t have to watch my blood sugar and dairy, my freezer would be full of ice cream. Sometimes it feels like there is no mercy in the world. Unfortunately, Mamacita also didn\u2019t have any ice cream today because she\u2019s been suffering from what the British call a \u201cdickey tummy\u201d (a.k.a., not feeling right in the gut). She remains in good spirits despite that and is seeing the doctor tomorrow. And, she hopes, will be put right enough to be able to eat ice cream.<\/p>\n
The only exercise I got today was riding my knee scooter to Walgreens to get a selection of bandages for Hubby. Cicada casualties are stacking up everywhere on sidewalks and streets. I try to avoid running over them, dead or alive, but it can\u2019t be helped sometimes. Hubby continues to hobble, following the wart drilling on Saturday. This man has a dozen boxes of various sorts open at any given time; he suffers from Goldilocks syndrome (still in search of the perfect one that won\u2019t fall off). My little scooter basket was full, owing to bottles of bubble bath that Hubby also requires, and it was on sale. Here\u2019s a stock tip: buy shares in Dr. Teal\u2019s bubble bath and Epsom salts, as well as any brand of adhesive bandages, and working man\u2019s socks and work boots\u2014oh, and running shoes. Our household carries the market in these commodities.<\/p>\n
The guys raced to finish the upstairs bathroom today before our tenant returned after being on vacation last week. In their haste, they miscut the glass door for the shower, so they have to come back and fix that plus finish a few other details. They didn\u2019t half make a mess of the walls, but they did their best to clean up. No one will ever measure up to Snyder Clean, alas. Thankfully our tenant is fine with the unfinished state as long he has a functioning shower, sink, and toilet. Speaking of the latter, we installed a bidet seat at his request. It looks a little high tech for me, but we’ll have to eventually get used to the idea because we’re getting the full-on Toto deal later this year in our bathroom. Our tenant claims it\u2019s easy to use, but he\u2019ll have to give us demo (that should be interesting). It has a heated seat along with a wash and dry mode. We got a thumbs up from him.<\/p>\n
Tonight I tried that boot-style ice pack from Relief Expert. Thumbs up from me. Let’s hear it for warm bums and cold feet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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