Pig's Ramblings

Dear Old Man HB, You provided the absolute best cuddles yesterday to cure my weird mood.  Sometimes you act a little aloof, like you don't remember I'm your Mama, but you'll get there.  I know these past few months have been weird, but you're still my #1 furry-footed-man.
Dear Sun, You and I are just not friends like we used to be.  I am pink, pink, pink!  I guess this is what I get for covering up and not visiting with you at all this summer.  My bad dude!  It wasn't really by choice, trust me...  Although, my hands are fine, still shades darker than the rest of me...sigh.
Dear Left Hip, You're actually starting to bug me less and less.  You only seem to act up after way too much standing/walking, or first thing in the morning after rolling around all night (I am NOT a still-sleeper).  Other than that, you're feeling pretty good, and I do appreciate it.  I'm tempted to take a jog around the block, but the doc said I'd feel much better after a couple weeks but I was not, and he repeated "not" multiple times, to test anything out.  So, sigh, I'll continue to do push-ups and sit on my ass.
Dear MonkeyHubby, We laughed a lot this morning.  We were both a little sarcastic and giggly.  I love it.

I had a pretty darn good weekend folks, how about y'all?!  I ventured out to Haslet, enjoyed the Johnson family and Derek's antics, saw Lawless in the theater (not too shabby), ate good food with a good glass of wine at Cheddar's, had home made ice cream, read for, apparently, too long by the pool, and uber-enjoyed the 60 degree weather we had in the mornings.  Lazy, easy, breezy weekend.  Here's to hoping this week feels the same!