Hung up on You

Well, folks, my freedom is drawing to a close, as this is my last night sans parents. Yeah, Jan's been visiting her daughter and grandson and I guess son-in-law too for that matter. I have to go pick her up from St. Louis tomorrow - she doesn't drive long distances anymore because she gets narcoleptic or something. I guess it's due to her meds for her neuropathy. I should probably ask more questions. All I know is McDonald's at Valley Park at 12:15pm. Shit, I'm going to have to eat breakfast before 11:30. Ah well.

This last day o' freedom really isn't even worth writing about. Um, but I'm going to anyway. It was basically me trying to clean up after myself and get all my laundry done before Jan comes home. Yeah, I definitely have a lot of de ja vu from my teenage years - parents are coming home and don't wanna get in trouble. Kinda sad...since I should be in my own home with Joseph and an amazingly cute dog. Whatever. The cleaning was a success, though, and everything seems to be in its usual order. I even went a step further, got crazy, and gave Molly a bath. Now, let me tell you - Molly hasn't been bathed since I started living here again back in December. Her stench went full circle to where after a while she didn't smell bad anymore. Amazing how that works - kind of like rotting and decay. Still, I thought for sure that while I was out of town in Arizona they would have bathed her. Not the case, and instead, today was the day. I chose to bathe her outside because it was warm despite not having anything to tie her down with. I just let her stand, and even with only one wash and no repeat, it was a bit trying. First, she's got a smooth coat, so when you suds her up, she's slippery as hell. Two, she's skiddish, and kept trying to get away. At one point I was straddling her - putting her in a headlock with my legs while I faced the back of her and scrubbed her body. I was smart to put a few dog biscuits inside the waist of my shorts (no pockets), so I was able to pacify her in short bursts. After some serious rinsing, we were done and onto the part that all dogs seem to love - the toweling off. They love that shit - they get all in a trance for a minute and then suddenly they're attacking the towel. And my dog is full on neurotic, so you can only imagine. Additionally, this bath caused so much hair to come loose that I actually thought I'd used bad shampoo that was making Molly's hair fall out, which, of course, would have been a lovely compliment to her neuroses - baldness. Nah. Turns out that if you don't wash your dog for the better part of a year, their own natural grease and grime keeps the hair stuck to the body. Or at least that's my theory. It really was a startling amount of hair that came off that dog. Susan, you might want to knit her a sweater. Poor neglected Molly.

Yeah, sadly, the dog washing was the highlight of my day except for the intermittent phone calls with Joe. In one of the calls he told me about a guy having passed out on the toilet last night. He said he went to the 'latrine' several times throughout the night to pee (he's had trouble staying hydrated in good ol' Georgia and is now drinking a ton of water) and noticed the same shoes under the same stall door each time. I inquired as to whether or not the guy was even alive, which gave Joe slight pause before he said, "I don't know. I didn't say anything to him. I just kept thinking 'don't wake the baby'." Ah, Joey. He said he was going to try to identify the guy today by his shoes. Army Intelligence at its finest. I never did hear if he found a match.

Yep.