Is my brain really that small?

I've just done one of the most unintentional stupid things ever. I've managed to rack up quite a few intentional stupid things in my past, but this one just sorta happened.

This is a long-ish story so I'm putting it on my blog (that I rarely post to and that no one reads). Also, please think w/ a British accent as I have just finished reading the collection of newspaper columns by Lynne Truss (of Eats, Shots and Leaves fame). Her writing is, at times, so blimey British that some of the articles were way above this Cracker's head.

Now to the stupid thing:

We've always fed our dogs Science Diet small bites. A few months ago when we ran out of dog food and I was too lazy to go to Tractor Supply, I bought a large bag of some kibble & bitty food at the grocery store. The dogs liked this new food (or they were just really hungry); but it didn't like them. During the night our little dog (Meika (or, as the neighbors call her, "the Devil Dog")) squirted poo in every room of the house! NOOOOOoooooo! Yes. Back to Science Diet the next day.

Well, we ran out of dog food a week ago and I was still lazy so I got out the "back up" bag of kibble. Lesson NOT learned! And this isn't even the stupid bit! TOM (The Old Man) tells me, "You'll regret that in the morning." Me, "No I won't. They'll be ok this time." I did.

So, now we get to the really stupid part. Today, thinking I have the dastardly bag of dreaded kibbles in my hand I go to the compost pile and pour. NOOOOOOoooooo! Yes. Out comes the $40 a bag Science Diet small bites and settles amongst the rotten potatoes and egg shells. Stop, Stupid! Oh no. Before my little brain registers that these expensive golden-brown nuggets are NOT the cheap kibbles, it is TOO LATE! After all, how long does a large amount of dog food take to dump once the huge bag is upended? Am I being too hard on myself?

I won't lie --- I tried to recover some of the Science Diet small bites. But when I got down to the ants and things got slimy; well, I figured I'd just go without a few meals myself to make up for the lost money. OR --- I could just take the dogs out to the compost pile at dinnertime tonight!

Another Chapter Ends/Begins?

For the last seven and a half months I've watched my grandson whenever my daughter was working. Today was my last regular day watching him (other than a few hours Saturday mornings) because he's going to daycare starting next week. Like a posted on facebook, "In a way I'm (sort of) glad it's over . . . in another way it turns me inside out." Watching him was an absolute joy; the realization of a dream.

I know he needs to be around other children and in a learning environment. The daycare is wonderful. But nobody can love him like his Granny. And I'm really, really sad.

This is him and "Pops" walking the dogs --- he always "holds" the leash. That's been their daily routine. The baby loves Pops more than any one other than his Mommy. Pops is probably really, really sad too. But he's at work. He's not listening to country music and crying crocodile tears. He might in the morning when he walks the dogs.