Charlie got sick on Monday. It started with a cough, then a fever, and finally, vomiting. For four days all he wanted to do was be held, carried from his bed to the couch, and sleep. Oh, and cry. A lot. When he finally decided to agree to eat, all he wanted was popsicles. But, he rejected the ones I made him. Instead, he wanted gourmet popsicles from a store here in town. Yup, we have a store that only sells very fancy popsicles that are made locally. Unfortunately, on Monday before I realized that Charlie was sick, I went to the grocery store and spent $128 of our $150 kitty money. Well, after many, many gourmet popsicles for Charlie as well as much needed french fries and pizza for Mark and me when I could no longer stand the thought of cooking, we went over our budget. I would have sprung for wine with the pizza too, but that would have really busted the budget.
The good news is that Charlie is finally feeling better. How did I know he was feeling better, you ask? He rearranged the furniture this morning so that he could stand on a dining room chair and do a somersault over the back of a big, cushy armchair we have, landing on the chair’s soft seat. Uh, yeah, he’s feeling better. But I could still use some wine.