I hope you are ok today. Usually I drop the cotton buds when I get them out and they are a bugger to pick up.

Sprocket is gorgeous but I know they can be a hand full. Why is it that there is always an animal around when you have a disaster.

I once tripped and nearly spilt tea all over the cat.

Put 'em all back, huh? Then how come Sprocket looks all loopy eyed? LMAO!

I always put my dropped meds back in the bottle to be consumed at a later date. We're both trailer trash. But, by damn, we are well medicated!

Suze, oh yeah, ok. Throbbin noggins are sorta a way of life around here. Cotton buds...I'm so gonna start calling them cotton buds. ahaha! Animals LIVE for disasters, don't they?

Crabs..a girl after my own heart, dropped meds are best. ps - his eyes are always loopy, poor pup.

Tina, I seriously fear that with Dutch too. 5 lbs wouldn't be much against any pill. And MilkMan drops more than me.

Bob is forever dropping his diabetes pills on the floor. And Lucy love nothing better than to inhale anything remotely edible off the floor.

Ok. back out in the cold, wet, weather for me again. more medical crap. If I said I was havint a shitty day, it would be such an understatement.

Can you even believe I might be looking at yet another operation on my poor ole head? Sinus cavities to be specific. whatEVER!

K, I'm off for more fun and games.

` Mmmmmm! Floor pills!

Yeppers I completely understand, the schnoze-ola on Sproket is very much like my 'lil, snortin' and fartin' dog-gie. But age is coming over mine, and she ain't so quick anymore.

But when they're young, they'll knock you over to get anything....Ya gots be quick...quick I tell ya!!!

Well, hopin' all is better for ya by now....your good...I missed the cotton buds...completely!!

I think floor pills are subject to the 30 second rule. Did you get them up in 30 seconds? Then you aren't trailer trash, you're spritely.

Dog drool does null and void the 30 second rule.

I think your evil soul needs some good dousing with holy water, sinner. You and your terracotta dog drugs

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The bad thing about getting old is forgetting to take reading glasses to a classy, dimly lit restaurant.

Invariably, you are very hungry, but you can't read the menu.

So you have to say to the condescending waiter, "What do YOU recommend?"

He will invariably recommend some fruit-loop nouvelle cuisine, like those stupid pork chops where you get just one pork chop and it is held up with a branch of rosemary.

CupCake? Surgery? What up?? Oh and ...our weather today? 93, hot sunshine baby bwaahahaa....

See...floor pills are sorta like floor burgers, what you don't know won't hurt you.

Lurker dear, my life without those pup moments would be .... pretty crappy. Agree? What kinda pup do you have??

Deb, spritely trailer trash, das me. LOL, yeah, the drooled ones DID go to the trash can. I'm just glad I SAW him doing the open mouth, tongue flapping gag with them in time.

Jane, you ignorant slut.

Snivel and Millie, I hear Rodney calling your name. And you girls be extra nice to that sweet little Ethel, ok?

ZEN!! OMG, all these years I have bitched at MilkMan about having to read the menu to him and now, we both blindly look around at our dining neighbors and point and say I'll just have what SHE is having. ahahahah pork chops held up by rosemary, that sounds soo.....so... so Christopher Lowell LOL!

First let me say I saw where this was going and I am amazed you managed to put all that together, protect the dog and recover the meds all with a splitting headache. You are not trailer trash. Heck, you are to be commended. Oh and unless there is so much one the floor that you can not spot the pills, they blend in (not color but stuff...) then hell ya, put them back in the bottle.

Oh and about the menu stuff... I have the solution. It is not perfect but I have in my wallet a capitol 1 visa (oh wait, that is that stupid commercial... argh!).

No, I have something called an OWL. I have seen it by different names too I think. It is a small card about the size of a credit card. It has a magnifier on the top part of the card and a very little, very bright led that lights up when you press the edge of the card. It is not perfect but it does work.

Oh and did I see Crabby has to have a nose job? Oh that was sinus... sorry.

Zen, I feel your pain. I have the same problem when we go out to eat now days. If I forget to take my reading specs, somebody on the other side of the table has to hold my menu for me so I can see it. PAH! Betty Davis had it right when she said, "Old age isn't for sissies."

Milky, baby! How the hell have ya been? Did ya miss me? I know you did cuz you always start boastin about your weather when you're missin me. LOL!
I get to try some kind of anitibiotic wash thing. Basically it's a made up cocktail I practically hose my brain out with. Totally weird. If that doesn't work then back to the Crazy Australian's surgery table or I go deaf. The up side is ...... ok, there's no up side currently. I'm workin on it. LOL!

Barman, c'mere, buddy. It's ok. I'm not gonna hurt ya. Really. If ya can't trust me, who can ya trust, huh?

dont like splitting noggens. hate spilt pills no doggies here just nosy cats. more worried about little kidlins than pets. But with the prices of meds be they otc or prescribed they cost too damn much to throw away once they hit the floor. Pick them up and use them anyways damn right I do.

That's the worst! I hope you are feeling better.

Why yes, as a matter of fact, I do miss you CupCake.

You should move south, that would fix up your nasal cavaties.

Last night? Full moon, clear sky, 70 degrees. Scooting on the bike around the lake. I bet you had your FURNACE on, huh? AHAAAAAHA!

Make me a snowman, ok?

Barman, I pride myself as trailer trash LMAO... ;) I am SO going to find a few of those OWLS, my Dad is HORRIBLE when we go out to eat with him.

Gab, cost, that's exactly why they are safely all gathered back in their bottle.

Sign, much better, thank you.

Well, well there snivel, it's going to take more than a fiver to save your lost soul. Heretic.