Last nite I finally was able to fall asleep a little bit after midnight. Only to be awakened at 6 am by the husband requesting breakfast. I wanted to scream “let me sleep you idiot!” but I didnt, since afterall, I did wake him up lastnite from a sound sleep about 11:15 p.m for my own selfish reasons.
So I cooked him breakfast and rushed him out the door in hopes of crashing on the couch, but that didnt happen, I got sidetracked outside while feeding the horses and then toddler terror woke up……..no rest for the weary.
The old guy was the first to whinny and reach me at the gate, I guess he is over his mad.
The buzzards are circling, the coyote met his end last night, hubby shot him dead with one shot from his .22 long rifle….surely he cant be stinking already!
I felt myself being stalked lastnite after my short ride….see this calico cat? It better leave baby rabbit alone or else it’ll be keeping the coyote company. I hate it when strays show up or are dropped off.
My camera needs new batteries, wish me luck finding lithium batteries without having to drive for 30 minutes. I have to get them today, I have to have my camera……..just another one of my addictions.
2 things I have to comment on:
1. all over the news today is about the Group Sues KFC Over Unhealthy Cooking Oil…….okay, so dont freakin’ eat there for chrissakes! Let them cook thier chicken anyway they damn well please. Anyone with half a brain knows if you eat FRIED chicken on a very regular basis, your going to be FAT and UNHEALTHY. Is this group in kahoots with the ACLU?
2.Being an American means I spent my early years watching The Price is Right game show, usually in the company of my Grandma ( I think she had a secret crush on Bob Barker) The Price is Right is celebrating its 35th year on TV. The beauties are different these days and is it just me? or has Bob Barker turned into a cranky OLD bastard?
A trip to the Farmers Market is on this morning’s agenda, I better git my ass up there before everything is picked over my the early rising old people! Hubby brought wee one the sand home for his sand box lastnite. I have it all set up so he can play in it while I am working the cueless, hardmouthed sorrel later this morning. Wee one would rather be in his pool but since I cannot keep my eye on him every second, he can only play in the sandbox with our little dog Elvis (who has recently been fired from his guarddog duty!)
On a much happier note, the farrier is coming tomorrow. He is pure eye candy who isint much of a talker, my kinda guy……