Worse eyeballs. Worser Fish.

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Good Morning Everyone;
You'll be proud of me. (I think). After 20+ years of me dealing with this st00pid' ingrown toenail of mine, I have finally called in and made an appointment. My big toe is currently red, and way sore, (and the lido/nova/whatever~"caine" is getting low).
Maybe he will chop my toe off. That, so I don't have to go to bed and feel it, and wake up feeling it too. (To heck with counting sheep, I count heartbeats in my toe)! hehehe
Oh well.
I finally had an appointment to get my eyes checked too. Still "blind in one eye and can't see out of the other."  (I waited 6 months for that appointment). Will order new glasses when I can. In the meanwhile these will do fine. I will pick up some contacts too. They work nice with a pair of aviator sunglasses when I am outside and sweating a bit.

And since the weather has been nice, that perspiration is much easier to create. I do a bit of raking every day- and truly enjoy being outside on these days! 
This morning, the weatherman said there are 4 days left of Winter. He was quick to add that there are also 4 days left of our nicer weather; adding even more that we may even get more snow on Saturday.
That's OK now though- Any that falls nowadays goes away fast enough.

The ice doesn't always melt so fast...
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The pond at Kelli and Tim's- Still frozen over (not for long)...
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They have such a gorgeous yard...
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Casey and I went down to check on the horses- Miss Breeze having a bit of a problem with her eye- Kelli was quite concerned after seeing Breezie's eye almost swollen shut that morning, had called from work.

Miss Breeze had been eating hay- quickly washing it down when I came around the corner.
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Miss May thought maybe she recognized me?
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Lord knows she sure recognized Casey!
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And even gave her a smooch!
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For the record, Breezie's eye was looking real good!
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As she was herself!
Breezie is 26, and still kicks up her heels!
 

Kelli and Tim will be building a new home in a few weeks-
She has been very busy removing what they will keep, boxing everything up and moving that all to their temporary home.

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They will stay in the camper in-between their current home being demolished, and the new one being ready for occupancy.
Yes, that would be nice enough for me to live in too!

I'd called down there last Friday- telling Kelli that I had a huge dish of catfish just coming out of the oven.
And asking if they wanted any?

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She turned me down! ? (She actually had a fridge full of leftovers that they had to eat).
*sigh*  ~But my catfish would keep.

I resigned myself to dining alone.
With some green beans and broccoli for accompaniments.
I had made my own tartar sauce, and made up my very festive looking plate.
And all the while I felt so paranoid...
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hehehe
Sputty, smelling the fish, was just begging for some. (He is worse than Punk at this).
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I dipped my finger in the tartar and tasted. Mmmmmmmmmm...
Then dipped a little fork of catfish in the tartar.

... And snitched a bite.

I truly thought I was going to die!
blech!

In my 51 years, and I can assure you that this was the very worst thing I have ever had in my mouth!  My trash can, all of 3 feet away from my mouth, seemed like forever to get to... Just to spit it out!

I swear the taste permeated everything above my shoulders, and I actually got quite nauseous. Recovering enough after spitting long enough to run out of spit, I almost tripped over the damned cat on my way to get a drink, and rinse.
(Yes, I said "damned" cat)! hehehe


Just what did the pushy Sputty~beast think when I offered him a taste?

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Smart@ss Cat-  
But, that's pretty much what I thought too.
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Meanwhile, Punk, who witnesses all within these walls; decided she would go hunt for her own dinner.

Smart dog.
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She found something...
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Inedible, but funny- whatever it was.

So she just got a few treats from Casey...
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I have rarely, if ever before, had anyone turn down my food offering...
I have also never been so thankful that Kelli did exactly that, that night.

Once my ability to salivate had returned, I called back down there. Tim answered as Kelli had gone out by the horses.
She called back a bit later to ask if I wanted any of their leftovers? hehehe Very funny Kelli!

I'd better close for now. Will be going to Casey's in a bit.
... And then I must go have my toe removed.

Have a 'wunnaful' Toesday!

XOXO
Me