So Sunday dawns and still rainy, drizzling, actually. I went to a spinning class. YES, first one in years, it felt like. I only lasted about 30 minutes, got so so worn out and out of shape. I think my respiration rate was 160. WOWOWOWO it would never climb that high before.
Gracie had messed up her shoulder, right front, badly chasing a squirrel yesterday, KR gave her some carpofen yesterday, and did not take her on a walk today, and have her some more carpofen. She is a little better. That dog just can't hunt.
I cleaned up a lot of paperwork, and made our reservation with Palm Canyon Hotel, over 200 bucks, can you believe that???? Then the fun started.
Kurt and dad went down to Long Beach to pick up Will's stuff. Almost three hours later, Kurt text Will, "Get your ass out here", to start getting his stuff into Grandma's garage, he came out swinging, literally. Will was so mad that he was yelling at Kurt and dad and that we are too hard on him and that he is appreciative (although hardly showing it) and etc and Kurt and Will actually got into it and started fighting.
KR was trying to figure out what was going on, long story short, they dumped all the stuff in the garage. I was at the class at the YMCA and had no clue that was going on.
So the short story is that Will thinks he is appreciative, and we don't and just rag on him all the time.
That boy needs to move out.
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