Shit!Steve is on call this weekend so we can't go far & do anything fun. Figures, this will probably be the last time Cathy & I have a weekend off to go out and do something. So Steve is going to clean the garage and I planned on cleaning the closets, yard work, etc..
Pudd'n was supposed to go to the wild animal park with his special sitter and behaviorist. He likes to go there better with them than with us. I think it is because he's got two cute girls as his "dates".
I turn on my cell phone this am and I've got a message from his special sitter. She apparently might have kidney stones and can't come in.
I'd still send Pudd'n & the behaviorist to the park; but she's not allowed to drive him any where. I'm pissed. I was looking forward to him having some fun today and getting away from his neurotic mother. I guess I'll just take them to the pumpkin patch to play on the blow up stuff.