"What did you do this weekend?"
Examples of acceptable answers:
"I saw a movie and went for a hike."
"Met some friends for dinner and drank way too much."
"Nothing really--puttered around the house and did laundry."
"Ran around doing errands, took the kids for ice cream, watched the ball game."
And then there's my answer:
"I woke up Saturday morning and my dog had gone blind."
Seriously. Blind as bat. Blinder, actually. Only Ozzy could experience spontaneous blindness. One diagnosis of two detatched retinas and a prescription for prednazone later, his eyesight is slowly returning. I wish the same could be said of my sanity and low blood pressure.
Thankfully, he's not in any pain. I think he's rather enjoying all of the extra attention. "Here, Oz, have some hamburger. Let me carry you to bed, buddy." I sure do love that accident and illness prone dog. Even when he's got goofy eye.