I hope she enjoys her cod. I went to Walmart for a few things, and now it’s Naptime.
My one Hurricane friend called to see how I was, and was surprised to know I was ill, even though I wasn’t in church the last two Sundays. She said they were going to Walmart and did I want to go. No, thanks.
And what was wrong with me? Well I was sick. With what? Well I don’t know. I think I missed that class.
Now, because I went to the post orifice to drop off the cod, I’m worn out. No bed, yet, though I’d like to.
I had to go back and hook up the TV again because for whatever reason, I can’t hook up the Roku. I’ll wait until my son comes out and take advantage of the fact that I’m a poor ol’ widder woman and he needs to be nice to me. ;o]
The neighbor to my east called to ask me if I would let Snarly Harley out again every day for a week, and I finally told her what he did the last time, and that it probably wasn’t fair to leave him with a person he didn’t know. She was too sick when she got back from wherever she was the last time, for me to tell her that Harley wasn’t an ideal pup. I just told her I understood it and no harm no foul. This time, she’s going to have her PCA take care of him.
I am of the opinion that a mailed cod would be quite fishy by the time it arrived..
Of course if you lived in Massachusetts you could personally delilver the birthday cod by caa..;-)