Originally Posted by karenS
HEChicken, that's the most horrifyingly funny story I've ever heard!
I couldn't have put that any better! Horrifyingly funny; I love it.
I hope the sick kids are feeling better.
I had no idea Chopper needed a new home. I'm glad you took him; he seems to be very happy. Danz, I know what you mean about feeling guilty. The first roo I had to get rid of, I cried all the way home. We really are crazy!
Originally Posted by lizzyGSR
I've been reading about all you ladies and your chainsaws and power tools and just HAD to comment! My DH and I have been working on my duck house together. I am the "brains" of the operation, and he is the "brawn". I cut myself several months ago with a rotary cutter and came close to doing some serious damage to my finger. Since then, I've been scared to try any power tools. I'm a klutz anyway and am constantly hurting myself. I shudder to think of how much damage I could do with power tools! You ladies sound a lot more confident with power tools than I am. More power to you! Oh, by the way, I do have a tool box I carry around in my car, just in case I have car troubles somewhere. My DH borrows the tools from it sometimes, but he is really good about putting them back. :)
It's the same here. I'm the idea person and DH figures out how to make it happen. I help with whatever he needs, within reason. We both know better than to let me play with power tools involving blades. At any given time, I have at least two cuts and a burn just from cooking, and I'm a good cook! Then there are the bruises from walking into corners of things like tables.
Prairie, I love herbs, too. I grow any I can get my hands on. I have a dedicated herb garden, then I have some thyme and mint in a bed alongside the house, and I just planted a sage in a bed as well. All through the growing season, I harvest, wash, chop and freeze them so I'll have almost fresh herbs to use all winter.
DH and our nephew are working on his car tonight. It sounded like something simple enough, so it may just be DH coming home tonight. I hope my poor nephew can get a break from all the breakdowns; he could sure use it.
I went to the doc today and can't believe I moped around for the last three weeks with my back hurting so much. I'd forgotten what it feels like to sit or stand without pain. Why do I put it off and try to convince myself it'll somehow get better on its own? We went to the community garden and the only thing I did was water so I wouldn't have to bend and stretch and undo what the doctor just did. DH and my aunt planted some more radishes, our third set and probably the last until the end of the season when it cools off again, and another row of bush beans. DH thinned out the turnips, so we have a few baby turnips and a bunch of turnip greens to eat now. Did I tell you about my dead plants? Sometime Sunday evening (I know this because I'd been there that afternoon and everything was fine), our garden neighbor to the south decided to edge his/her garden with Round-Up or something similar. All the grass and weeds around the edge were wilted and brown, and so was my first row of fennel and about 4 bean plants on that edge. I may or may not manage to save a couple of the fennel in that row, but those beans are most definitely dead.