This is my Mom bundled in a robe, pants and socks when it's 95 degrees outside. Good thing she had me to keep her feet warm!
The doctors think they are figuring out what is wrong with her and she is going to be just fine, thank goodness. If something happened to my Mom, who would be at my beck and call, and who would I boss around?
You might remember that my grandparents and Trey came to visit last weekend for the Cards game. Here are some pictures of them having a grand ol' time!
Mom and Trey (Mom is forcing me to add here that she wasn't feeling great that day either, that is why she looks so tired. Alright Mom! Jeez, let me get on with things. I'm still a little mad at you. We'll get to that.)
This is Trey with a brick they have outside the stadium that says Mom's name, Uncle Michael's name, and Trey's name. Hmmmm, does anyone notice whose name is conspicuously absent??? That's right! Vito Marino!! Grrrr.
Uncle Michael and Trey talk about baseball A. LOT. (Grandma and Grandpa spent most of the game inside in the air conditioning.)
Well? Have you noticed anything yet? Guess who WASN'T INVITED TO THE GAME??? That's right, ME. I had to stay at home. AGAIN. I was tricked! I'm seriously considering putting out a want-ad for new home. I am horribly mistreated. This is me as Mom is explaining that it was too hot for me at the game, and oh yeah, PUGS AREN'T ALLOWED. Likely story, Mom.
So fingers crossed we get our new digs! If everything works out we'll be moving Sept. 25 - soon! See ya later everybody!
(PS Happy 38th Anniversary, Grandma & Grandpa!)