Not a bad day after all!

My back has not been happy since Friday morning and last night, it descended into me leaking tears and gasping when I moved. After a few hours of that and my waking up every time I moved last night, I decided that an hour of church on a wooden pew would do me more harm than good so I stayed home. Sitting is a problem if I don’t have pillows in all the right places. Standing is the best position but I can stand all the time, especially at church.

The Dubya’s birthday get together with his family was planned for today so I made my way stiffly up to Petal (and forgot the ice pack for my back).

Before leaving my house I got a few shots of the turtles sunning themselves on the tires in the pond. Look at the claws on the snapper! This was probably the baby snapper I picked up last spring while it was crossing over the dam of the pond and took it’s photo. I love the picture below of the grown turtle with the little baby one beside it. How cute is that?

So, I got to Petal and watched The Dubya and his dad cook meat. Smoked wings, smoked buffalo wings, bacon-wrapped hamburgers and hotdogs and I switched up standing and sitting at regular intervals when things got too hurty.

Dub’s cousin Danny has a twelve year old Pit Bull named Lita that thinks she is a two pound Chihuahua who helped us keep the bees from the near-by plum tree ran off. When she is outside, she greets you by slamming her substantial body against your legs and beating you to death with her three inch in diameter whip of a tail. The dog is nothing but muscle and can absolutely knock you down if you’re not firmly planted. I love this dog. Look at those feet. Huge!

She is marked like a tiger and is a holy terror to any frogs that are in the area and are moving. Or any blowing paper from the barbeque chimney starter or lizards or wasps or bees or… I think you get the idea.

Anyway, we feasted and are still sitting around just pure stuffed and have yet to get into the homemade chocolate cake with chocolate icing and chocolate ice cream. The Dubya even got five dollars from his mawmaw (grin) just like my mawmaw used to do. My back is feeling pretty dang okay right now, propped up with pillows like I am and I feel good enough to pronounce this day a good one. Dub says he’s had a good birthday weekend. All’s well that ends well. Here’s a few more photos. The women with the “bibs” are The Dubya’s mom and granny. They are as messy as I am when they eat.