He's my little ole man so the jumps need to go.

We got my Tayder a new little bed so he doesn't have to jump down from anywheres anymore.

Anyone who knows my little guy knows he's a trooper... but I am forever his mama and with that comes ALL the worry in the world. WHAT?! He's my baby and I'm not even a little sorry for it. 

He's twenty-two now, and his hips aren't what they used to be (same Bug, same) so I wanted him to stop having to jump off of stuff so often... the bed, futon, couches at other peoples houses. Just any and every thing I wanted him to be able to be ground level. He can now just stand up and walk to whatever he needs, he doesn't have to pull a stunt for it.

We haven't owned pup beds in years (all our pups sleep with us and are very much allowed on ALL our furniture), but this time around? I think my little man is loving the change. 

And as long as my baby is good, I'm good.

I met his aunt that reminded me of my cousin and now we have more people.

Let me start off by saying I had no damn idea that my FIL had a little sister for the longest time. I knew there were four brothers but had no clue there was a sister. Apparently, because she was a little on down through the years and also grandad's with his second wife.

Even Dev's only met her a handful of times throughout his life and the most vivid memory he has of meeting her was his grandpa's last birthday. Then again, he only met his real grandpa a few times as well. Because you know, grandma had a second husband. Or, something. I don't really know if I'm being honest...

THE POINT IS... I got to meet Dev's aunt and uncle and we got to hang out with them for a bit.

They live in FL but apparently travel around up here to the Midwest because his uncle has quite a bit of family up this way. We didn't know they were coming into town (the trip wasn't to see us) but Sharla reached out to Dev a couple days before and mentioned she would be in town and would like to see him.

So, once I got off work Friday, we loaded our boys up and headed over to Mavis's house. It was nice to get to hang out, chill and have supper together. We all talked and carried on and it was real nice to see we each had some shit in common. It's always nice for me when I'm comfortable around people, because as most everyone knows, new people and awkwardness meetings are not my thing.

Crippling anxiety attack? Right here. It's me.

Like I said, his aunt was a down the road baby, so she's only ten years older than us. Between the three couples there we had two in their forties, two in their thirties, and two in their twenties.

And for the record, you couldn't pay me enough to go back to my twenties. Because f*ck that. Hoping to make it past my forties though... I mean, I don't want to get there too soon but I also want to see after that? Something.

They of course had other plans and a schedule to keep, and we had to head home, but we were able to hang out for a couple hours and they let us know the next time we come down to FL, they would like us to stay with them a couple days and see everybody on that side of the family. I mean, sounds good to us.

It'll probably be awhile before we're able to make a FL trip, but its nice to know we have many people to see and fun to have when we do eventually get to go.

Did I just do two Mondays in a row? I feel like I did. *suspicious*

Do you ever just have one of those days where you wake up and you're like this is just not it? Happened to me. Well, happens to me on the regular but especially today.

Y'all, this little chika ain't twenty years old anymore and I FEELS it.

Yesterday was the 4th which means there was a day off to be had and some fun to accomplish. It also means that I was off the weekend, worked Monday, off Tuesday, and back in the office on Wednesday.

What. The. F*ck.

Don't get me wrong, I love having certain holidays off (I never used to get those) and I'm not one to kick a gift horse in his mouth, but this off-on-off-on situation has me all sorts of confused. I swear, my ass doesn't know whether to shit or fart glitter.

My alarm went off this morning and I seriously contemplated throwing it out the window. Then I woke up a couple more seconds and realized even if I did that I'd still have to go into work and then I'd have a broken window, so you know... didn't want one more thing to deal with.

Yesterday was fun and we had a good time. We headed up to Mavis's for the day and hung out at Mace's parents house. We took the pups with us because we didn't want to leave them alone with all the fireworks, but they stayed with their cousins at the Mavis homebase. That way, they were right down the road from us but didn't have to stay out in all that constant heat.

And when I tell y'all it was hot yesterday, I mean SUMBITCH. We ate and laughed and all had a good time, but y'all THAT HEAT. Humid would be the understatement of the century. We walked down to some firework get together they have and between the four of us, I bet you could've filled a kiddie pool with all that sweat.

D and I headed out before the legit firework show started (we live about an hour and ten mins from them) since it was already so late (well after ten), but we essentially got a monstrous firework show because we saw everyone's from Muncie to Indy. It was pretty great.

We got home after eleven (almost midnight) and stayed up well until one this morning snuggling and watching Tiktok videos in bed together.

And now? We're back to reality and I need a nap and some cuddles. Luckily, I left all four of my boys at the house when I left this morning, so when its time for me to get off and come home, we can do NOTHING.

Because I'm old and need to recover. At least, that's what my left hip keeps telling me.