This afternoon, after we dropped off Sally Field, at Hoegemeyer Animal Clinic, to get her shots, etc. then we met up with our dear friend Jim, at Cracker Barrel, for a really fun lunch.
This past Tuesday, while I was out of town, Kinky rescued Sally, from a field near Hwy. 16, when he was returning to the ranch. Sally is a super sweet, well-behaved, female Pit, so if any of y'all know someone who has lost a beautiful Pit Bull, please ask them to call me.
Speaking of out of town, I literally had a blast getting to spend quality time with my sweet sister, brother and his sweet wife, in Terlingua. And basically all we did from Sunday afternoon through Wednesday night was have fun, sitting out on the porch, visiting, playing guitars, listening to music, stargazing and birdwatching. And we also did a little hiking.
Sunday evening after we ate dinner, just to put it nicely, let's say, "That I had a little accident," because earlier in the day, on our drive out there, I had eaten some greasy fast food, at a truck stop, in Fort Stockton, that had upset my stomach or so I thought. And please note that Tony and I never eat fast food unless we have to.
Anyway, when we got back to our cabins I suddenly had a new senior citizen moment or should I say movement. There we were sitting on the porch, talking and laughing about life, when nature called me. It called me softly, so I ignored it until a few minutes later when it finally shouted—"Bombs Away!"
So, I quickly excused myself and went inside Cindy's and my cabin that we were sharing. I was only three footsteps away from reaching the toilet—when it happened! And I was totally mortified, because in the past I'd heard jokes about this happening to older people, but I had never thought it would happen to me.
After I had cleaned up the mess, inside my 501 Levis and the surrounding territory, I pulled on my sweatpants and went back outside. As I sat down in my metal chair, I was hoping that no one would notice my new outfit, but of course Ronnie did. "Hey Nance, I like your new pajamas! Are you fixin' to go to bed soon?" Then my family started laughing, so I went along and chuckled too, trying to act as if nothing at all had happened.
Monday morning, when Ronnie took off to go walk, Brick and Maggie, their two sweet dogs, I confessed to Cindy and Nita about me having an accident, in my pants and they sympathized and then we laughed about it, as I hung my damp jeans over the porch rail to dry.
So when Ronnie returned with their dogs, he raised his eyebrows when he looked at my soaking wet blue jeans draped over the railing, so I went ahead and told him about my accident incident. And he burst out laughing which caused all of us to start laughing, again. Then he shook his head sideways, and joked, "All I can say is better you than me. Hey look—we're old. It's no big deal. @#$% happens."
Y'all have a great evening!