Good morning Cafe. Coffee is ready.
I have another busy day planned. Need to finish cleaning the coop before the chicks arrive, I want to get the garden beds filled and I need to get feed.
Tuesday HTG smashed the tip of his middle finger between 2 huge logs and nearly blacked out in my kitchen when he was running the finger under cold water while holding ice to it. He ended up laying face down on my kitchen floor with me rubbing ice on the back of his neck and arms while Piper kept play bowing him because he was clearly down there for her. I kept trying to get him to let me take him to a walk-in to open a hole in the nail to let the blood out but he didn't want to go.
Yesterday, right after he left, I laid open the same finger of the same hand he injured by slicing the knuckle on the edge of the metal roofing panels that make the sides of the beds. (That being said, if I type some really weird crap, you know why!)
I texted him and told him what I'd done. About 30 minutes later, he showed back up at my house! Just wanted to be sure I was really okay. Then we kept bantering about this and that. I told him I thought I had enough material to fill the beds to within an inch or two of the tops. He said I'd be short a bed. The bet is now on. Whoever wins takes the other out for a frozen custard! So, we both win!!