So 3 weeks ago hubby came home with 2 pigeons.  they are eating and drinking.  Well… they stink and I mean stink.  He took off without a word monday.  Leaving me with these stinky nasty things.  I stick my hand in their and feed them. I wash myself real good afterwards. They are seperated due to fighting. I feel like turning them loose but he will scream and holler and I don’t feel like putting myself thru that.

So  fed them today and they stink so bad. I stuck them outside.  He plans on eating them.  We saw this travel show that was serving pigeon.  I said I would like to try that.  That will be the last time I say that again.  Peeeeuw.

He also caught a stingray.   A real real big one.  Fishing.  The wings kind of rubbery.  I didn’t eat any I knew they were rubbery from that last time he caught one.

Well in opening it he found a baby sting ray inside dead.   He stuck it in a jar of water sat it on the kitchen counter.  I been smelling something nasty in the kitchen wondering what it was. Tonite I also discovered the kitchen smell.   That darn stingray.  I didn’t know he put it in water I thought he used alcohol.   Good grief.  I stuck that outside too. I been spraying Febreeze all over the house.

He feel asleep early  Saturday on the clubhouse table.  Waiting for the bread man to show up at 5:30 a.m.. Of course some dufuses complained to housing.  Great.  The grumpy mgr said he does it agian they will evict us.  I just walked off  shaking my head saying nothing.  This is so stupid.

He has dimentia his doctor said.  I guess this kind of explains his strange behavior. He refuses to take meds and stuff that would help.

God help me. Somebody help me.