I apologize for not being around. My Mom is huge and my Dad is OMG, MA you are not dependable!
Life stinks, and then the bald guy tells you what for!
I have 30 little kids.
The dogs are my thingy in life. They have actually cost me over
$1000 in the last month.
I have to go where my mother is. Funny, they were supposed to know she needs oxygen 24/7. I found her w/out her oxygen and she's been stupid ever since.
She's hospice now. I'm Daddy's undependable girl.
Life Sucks! Then you become MaryAnn!
The newbies came today. 5 have already jumped the brooder. Caugtht all the escapees, I think.
I just don't know how to count chickens. It's always an hour, with varying results.
My escapees, ran with the big kids, staying close. I'm hoping I captured all of the little ones. Mentioned earlier, can't count chickens to save my soul.
I bought 50 Barred Rocks, only 1 was dead at the post office. Now they are doing the chicken thing and I can't keep track of which chicken I counted.
The dogs, actually behaved very well. Old guy, didn't eat breakfast, but stared at the chickens.
Everyone, got along great. Then the chihuahua/jack russell mix found one of my cats. Had to get out the flyswatter.
I thought it was big nasty fight. Not so, my dog, was actually trying to beat up the other dogs from eating my cats or giving them a heart attack.
I'm so proud.
Yes, I have completed my taxes. Great news, I don't owe anything.
My brain has been having a big huge gas bubble trapped in colander, with no idea of which hole to exit. (This is how my brain operates from January 15 to April 15 every year.) I have no problems advising my clients about their taxes, but my own are a different story.
The best news involves my girls and their desire to up the egg count.
Thursday, my bubble inspired me to sell my extra eggs, when I have an egg delivery to a construction company this morning. When these guys know I'm coming, they buy big! Oh, well, not to worry, I nail them next week.
Everyone, have a great weekend!
