I didn't say I'd do this every day, did I? Since I sprained my foot last Weds. night, I've just not been in the mood to do much but complain, and who wants to read that? Not me! My foot was not really the source of my consternation as much as my clutzy and careless behavior. I could have kicked myself for what I did, but that would have hurt the sore foot. Best to just wear out the remorse in some venue other than this.

I went to a Super Bowl party last night and actually enjoyed a football game from beginning to end for the first time in a long time. As the Scripture prophysied , the Saints prevailed. I was tickled to the max and celebrated more than I usually do, all the while making sure there was not another injury to my aging limbs.

My dogs are at the vet's today having dental work done, poor babies. Jay-Jay had to have two teeth extracted and Gus had work done on his gums. It's time to go pick them up, so I'm hoping the anesthesia and pain shot keep them dazed for the rest of today.

Nope, no dazed dogs, but hungry, thirsty and miffed at their mama for having them tortured like she did.  And that torture treatment was not cheap. Yikes!