Sick Dogs, and Musical Refrigerators

Sick Dogs:

Monica's friend spent the night last night.  As usual, when a sleep over is going well, I prepared to go to bed around 11, telling them to stay up all night, for all I care, just don't get loud, stay off the computers, no phone, and no more food (they had eaten a ton of snacks.)  As I climbed into bed, Hawkeye followed me, looked up at me desperately, and started heaving.

He didn't barf.  He's good about making it outside, if he can let someone know that he needs to go, so I ran to the back door and let him out.  He started eating grass like crazy.  I watched for a few minutes, in the rain, to see if he'd puke.  He didn't.  Yet I stood there, in the rain.  Yup, I stood in the.....WHAT????RAIN!!!! 

I ran over to roll up the windows on my car, sitting in a wet seat to do so.  *sigh*  Still, the dog ate grass and heaved.  He finally wanted to go in, so I let him in and settled down on the couch.  As soon as I was comfortable, he started again.  For over an hour, I was letting him out, letting him in, letting him out, letting him in.  He finally settled down and tried to sleep a bit after midnight.

When I decided to go to bed, Kevin came out of the bedroom, ready for a Diet Coke and some TV.  We passed in the hall, with me warning him to watch for flying barf.  I guess he sent the girls to bed around 3:30, while dozing in and out on the couch.  This pretty much sums up my life on the weekends.  I used to throw great parties.  I used to attend great parties. *sigh*  Now I pick up 11 year olds and let dogs out to barf (he never did, btw.)

Musical Refrigerators:

When Kevin and I moved back here from Carthage, we found a nice townhouse to rent.  It was perfect, except that it had no refrigerator.  We had a washer and dryer, but all previous rentals had refrigerators included.  We lived out of a cooler for a couple of weeks, then Dad told us to go to a local used appliance shop, and see what they had for $100.

They had one in that price range.  It was small, and cosmetically not-so-great, but, by golly, it was COLD!  It served its purpose well for 2 years.  Then we bought this house.  This house had a refrigerator and deep freeze that the lady did NOT want to move.  We bought the pair for $100.  Not needing a deep freeze, and needing the basement space, we gave the freezer to Kevin's best friend, who has tons of foster kids most of the time.

The $100 fridge went to Dad, for the shop.  It holds soda and water and my beer, if we're BBQing there, as well as apples and the occasional watermelon.  It's worse than ever, cosmetically, but, by golly, it's cold!

A work friend recently bought a house, and a refrigerator was left in the basement, still plugged in, and still cold.  We have one on the back porch for drinks and over-flow, which was gifted to us by ANOTHER work friend 2 years ago.  It's fine, but the one we picked up today is more suited for our purpose.  Freezer on the bottom (we seldom open the freezer) and better suited for drinks only.

I called Dad to see if he wanted the current "back porch" refrigerator for the shop.  It has more room, and the door shelves are intact.  He said "yes", so tomorrow, if new fridge powers up and gets cold, Dad get's the old new fridge.  Are you confused yet?  I am.

What will happen to the life-saving $100 fridge?  Who knows.  Someone, somewhere will need a garage fridge.  A beer fridge.  I don't want to see it get tossed.  As sad and ugly as it is, it is cold, by golly!  Someone must need it.

While picking up today's refrigerator, we were also gifted a braided area rug.  It's HUGE!  Maybe too big for ANY room in my house.  We took it, though.  I never turn down free ANYTHING.  I'll find a use, or find someone with a use.  It will NOT be wasted.

Anyone need an ugly refrigerator with no door shelves or crisper drawers?  How about an oversized area rug?  Anyone?  Anyone?