Don't Mess With My Eddie!

 Starting to feel better, although my left jawline is still visibly swollen. I didn't think it was, since it looks so much better to me. The nurse checking me into the clinic for my visit asked what had happened to my cheek. This particular woman had never seen me before, so I suppose I was wrong about the swelling being unnoticeable for a stranger to see it.

I have actually been eating something other than pudding and yogurt! I have a craving for fish yesterday, so planned my day around eating out. We usually go out to eat on Friday night, then head on to buy water at Walmart. So far, we have not found a place that will fill jugs with filtered water other than Walmart.

I did all my chores and was congratulating myself on having been able to make the bed with my bum shoulder. If you know me, you will know that I am particular about wrinkles in the sheets and such. I doubt my husband could have attempted to satisfy all my quirks. So, I waited until he left to go to the bank and got the chore done.

The trip to the bank was to change the password into our account, since someone had hacked into it and gone on a shopping spree. This seems to happen at least 4 times a year. The money spent was not paid out, but it is just so aggravating to deal with.

We fit the profile of senior citizens in that we like to eat early. Not because there is a discount, but it is easier to get a table early. I changed out of my sweats and put on a pair of jeans and a new shirt I had just received. It was like a sweatshirt, but lighter weight, adorned with depictions of dachshunds dressed in various outfits. Who would have guessed I would find that appealing?

I smeared the peanut butter on the lick pads and tossed them on the floor where Bo claimed the first one and was ready to fight for it. Eddie and Toni Louise started on theirs, then switched with each other, then back again. You know, just to make sure they were having the same thing. Bo licked with his eyes cut to the side watching the other two, no doubt hoping one of them would abandon their treat for him to swoop in and grab it. 

We arrived at our favorite eatery and ordered the 'all you can eat' catfish. I never get my money's worth. I only ate two pieces and saved my baked sweet potato to bring home. On the drive (23 miles) and all during dinner I felt like my new shirt was choking me. I even asked Drew if it looked like it might be backwards. He assured me that I looked fine. I knew I didn't, because if I really looked fine, he would have looked surprised when he said it. Like when I take the time to do my hair and makeup and walk into the room and he will look up and say, "You look nice!". Like he is surprised.

I want to say I yanked that shirt over my head when I got home, but I carefully threaded the arm of the bum shoulder out, then yanked it off. It was, indeed, backwards. Classy.

I was feeling pretty good when I went to bed. Drew carried Eddie in for me and we snuggled together for our daily chat while Drew showered. It was chilly last night, and Eddie was almost completely under the covers with just his snout and eyes out. I told him about my fashion faux pas, and we laughed together. Eddie has a big bark, but a silent laugh. His eyes will remain locked on mine, and he will open his mouth and move it side to side.

Why Drew always tries to drag Eddie to his side when he gets in bed is a mystery to both Eddie and me. Eddie will snarl and growl every single time. I will ask him why he thinks the dog likes him when he obviously does not want him to touch him; he will release Eddie so that he can climb back under the covers next to me.

We were watching some late-night talk show, and I caught a whiff of an unpleasant odor. It was faint and somewhat familiar, but I couldn't place it. "Do you smell that?" I asked the man who is notorious for not smelling anything. Without the help of the hearing aids on the charger in the bathroom. I had to mute the TV and talk loudly. "Huh?" was the first answer and then he wanted to know what I was talking about.

Just about that time, Eddie came up out of the covers to lay next to my pillow and my hand felt something wet on the sheet. Eddie had wet the bed! This is so unlike him. I was worried that he was sick and when I left the room to get the necessary items to clean up the mess, Drew berated my Eddie! He kept telling my baby that he was a bad boy and asking him what his problem is. I can answer that! "The problem is you! You won't stop when he growls to warn you that he wants to be next to me and tonight you royally pi$$ed him off!"