random thoughts – Day 1,189 – (Monday) – dad's day breakfast

Because we like to invent our own timetables whenever possible, my sister, Dad and I went freestyle and celebrated Father’s Day today, one day after the day the card companies and marketing machines claim was the day designated for such. It was a leisurely morning ride to The ‘Burg in not-too-heavy traffic with reasonable drivers who used their turn signals and didn’t drive like idiots. Crazy, right? 

Halfway to my sister's, while enjoying the Faction Punk channel on the newly activated free trial of SiriusXM, and loudly singing along (if we can call it that) to the Social Distortion cover of Johnny Cash’s “Ring of Fire,” I suddenly couldn’t recall if I gave Winston his Vetsulin or not. Ugh. Again.

Breakfast!

At my sister’s we enjoyed her breakfast specialty, sausage gravy and biscuits. For a Northern gal, she sure has conquered this Southern dish. There was plenty of coffee and a bowl of fresh grapes. 

There were also mini pie crust cinnamon pinwheel things I baked on Sunday for the occasion, which were great out of the oven but substantially harder today. Hard like rocks. When storing them for the night, I wondered if it was a loosely covered, plastic bag, or airtight container situation, but the recipe provided no clues. I went with an airtight storage container, but dang, they got hard. Maybe bringing an untested recipe wasn’t the best idea.

They softened up when dunked in coffee and after being left open and exposed to the humidity and we were lucky to escape with no dental emergencies. Note for the future – store in whatever manner is the one that keeps cookies soft, and add a note to the recipe on file.

Comical photo result.

Before Dad headed out, we took selfies, with varied and comical results. Chopped off heads, blurry schmears. Someday we'll all get the hang of the timer, but apparently not today. We will also not be gaining any photography or modeling gigs based on the unfocused,  abstract family portraits. 

When I  got home, Winston was pee-band and diaper-free. It was soaked and weighed a ton, and I can't blame him for liberating himself. The water bowl was emptied and there were random pee puddles and water vomit puddles in three rooms. That seemed to confirm he hadn’t received his morning insulin and that is 100% my fault. It’s not like he can open the fridge and get it himself. Thank goodness I was gone only a few hours and not all day.

Reclining in comfort.

After some biscuits and a half-dose of insulin, he rested on the couch like the little angel he is. By dinner, he was back to himself with his regular food and water consumption. Thank goodness. The only thing worse than having an unwell fur baby is knowing I contributed to the situation.