Illusion.

Everything is an illusion.

Things are not what they seem, what they look like, or what they appear to be, or what you think they are.

This photo of Buddy, for example: it looks like he's in a cage or a crate, right?

You think that you're looking at a photo of a dog in a cage.

Except that he's not.

And you're not.

It's an illusion.

I'm actually sitting on one side and he's on the other side with a chair in-between us and you can see in-between the bars of the chair, making it look like some sort of cage or enclosure, so at first you think you're seeing something that you're not.

Life is like that,too. and it's easy to be fooled.

I also feel like Buddy's servant,too, now he's old(and he's crooked and bent like I am as well) he barks for me to help him with everything and he'll keep barking until I tend to his needs and I rarely even get to finish a meal in peace without him barking at me for something and interrupting it so I have to go to him right away or he won't shut up and he's become quite demanding now in his old age(just like my mother!); he's an ornery old man, and it was sad to watch yesterday,too, he was trying to find his water he knew it was near-by by the scent but he kept bumping into the wall  and grunting and groaning in frustration and I had to pick him up and put him right in front of the dish, poor old guy.

My hubby finally also got his proper Darth Vader mask/helmet( shown here) and I'd asked him for a photo of his niece in her wedding gown as well but maybe she didn't even wear one but a Star Wars costume as well? One of my hubby's brothers even came all the way from BC for the wedding as well and all the brothers also all got together and played golf.That seems to be their "Thing."At least golf isn't redneck; just boring. The 3 days break I got with him away were good,too, except they go by so quickly, and yesterday I ordered-in pizza for the boys to share and I got a chicken Alfredo with Penne(they like Pizza Hut pizza but I think it's gross with the greasy crust) and I could have sworn last time they made it with Rotini but I don't care because I love all pasta. My hubby also said his motel was only 45$ a night(when a normal hotel starts at 250$) so I can just imagine the flea-bag roach motel it must be, the kind where they have chalk outlines and bloodstains on the carpets and change the sheets every hour, and I think I have a yeast infection again as well( yeeeccch!) and there was a big bumblebee( the size of  huge grape) in our house for 2 days as well I finally caught it, trapped it in a dish with a paper towel over the top so it wouldn't escape and I set it free outside.

I also heard online that some people actually shit in the shower and then squish it down the drain (ewww!!) and I asked the 29 YR old if he'd ever heard of it and if it was actually a thing and he said it was and it's even called a Waffle Stomp  but he swore he doesn't do it ( he better not!) but that's just soooo gross,and there's a toilet right next to you, so what the actual f*ck? I'm also pissed-off I missed the news last night because they had some stupid horse race on instead and I hate it when they pull that shit; pre-empt something of substance( where you can actually learn what's going on in the world) for meaningless crap like that; just for stupid gambling, or as my uncle's father from the Old Country used to call it, Betting on The Ponies ,and that was probably why his wife left him,too, as he liked "The Ponies" a bit too much, and all I really even remember from him when I was in Kindergarden was his really strong accent and that he practically lived at the racetrack.

You can check out any time you like but you can never leave.-The Eagles