Yeah, it's Saturday--so what?

Saturday around here means doing stuff that has to be done--half of the weekly household shopping, CLEANING the house, driving kids to here or there (yes, I still drive the 22 y.o.--he's never getting his license back it seems). :sigh: He always asks nicely and more than generously compensates me--but still, it's the time factor involved in the shelepping. Tonight he catches the train to Western IL Univ in MaComb--near frelling IOWA--to see his gf who is residing as a student out there. Better than him staying here partying his ass off on Rush Street with his guy friends.
The youngest helps me with the household shopping, though he needs a ride to the library.
Both of us are taking turns with the dog--it's sooo much easier having a second person here, I could almost cry for joy. This past week taking care of a dog freshly hit by a car has been alternately boring and frightening.
Chris likens the wounds on the dogs unbandaged legs to (looking like) "Pizza Pockets--the part that oozes out."