Granny's gone and done it again

[campingshaws]

Hi bye.

 

[campingshaws]

I just made it home. Days are all a blur. I felt like a one-woman marionette show getting everyone in the right places today.

Had a couple girls plant the last 75 gladiolus bulbs alingvthe pool fence. The also planted “rose of Sharon” Althea and sweet shrub. Still a lot of plants left to go into the ground, but getting more manageable.

Had a few guys and a girl work on building some shelves for me. I don’t think they quite finished. Y’all are going to like them.

I’m making cinnamon rolls for breakfast in the morning, first of the year.

 

[prostar]

It’s going to be a baaaaad flea season.

So notice what could be a brown widow spider in our door-windows. (Front door has two door length windows on either side of it that open). What got me looking at those windows - noticing the plethora of dead bugs on the floor and noticing that the screens don’t quite fit snug (probably why the bugs). So I say we need to spray around the house now that the rain has stopped. Well after hubs cuts the brown spider in half I grab some toilet paper to dispose of the bits and notice...

Fleas. All. Over. The. Floor. So I curse and grab peach’s flea treatment (vectra 3d) and battle with her to get it on (I was overdue but was hoping to give her a bath first) - meanwhile hubs is laying on the couch watching YouTube (I don’t know the shortcut for the hopping mad emoji but....just pretend I do) and for lack of better brainpower I grab some spray cleaner to spray down and wipe up in front of the door/windows. Pray those (censored) are contained. “Are you sure it’s not just the mites?” asks hubs. No. They’re hopping. They’re not just crawling around like all the random ground mites we have kicking around. Hopping means DIE SOCKSUCKING UNCLECLUCKERS DIE

So I go out to the garage to the perimeter bug spray I got a while back at tractor supply. Well I’m trying to do it in the dark and fail so I yell into the house “can I please get your help” (in hubs defense I may have sounded a bit peevish cause here I am doing battle with freaking fleas and he’s STILL LAYING THERE WATCHING YOUTUBE.) “well I didn’t know what you were doing I didn’t know you were spraying now there’s already an open jug out back why are you so...” he wisely trailed off there and shut up and I retorted that I wasn’t messing around with fleas. So spray the front of the house. Spray the back of the house. Cross fingers and pray.

And yes. Im still sleeping in spare oom. Which also bugs hubs (he says he didn’t hear me snoring last night though so win) and good gosh I just found it so much easier to get up and going in the morning when I didn’t have to worry about waking him up and I could open a curtain for some natural light. Also tomorrow is going to be a crack of dawn day - hoping to get to work around 6:30.

Anyway. What it all boils down to is this. Fleas are the devil, my marriage is interesting and peach hates flea meds. (I think the reason behind that though is cause she would react to some - so even though she doesn’t react to the vectra she still remembers.)

 

[prostar]

Downside to the land of spare oom. It’s closest to the 9 dog neighbors. Doh.

They need to keep that one dog especially in all night. She’s young enough she can hold it all night.

 

[jane s chickens]

Good morning grannyland. Woke to Bella being off cable. Thankfully she didn't jump on me or wrap her chain around my ankles like last time.still looking for kittens, hope they're ok.

 

[CapricornFarm]

It’s going to be a baaaaad flea season.

So notice what could be a brown widow spider in our door-windows. (Front door has two door length windows on either side of it that open). What got me looking at those windows - noticing the plethora of dead bugs on the floor and noticing that the screens don’t quite fit snug (probably why the bugs). So I say we need to spray around the house now that the rain has stopped. Well after hubs cuts the brown spider in half I grab some toilet paper to dispose of the bits and notice...

Fleas. All. Over. The. Floor. So I curse and grab peach’s flea treatment (vectra 3d) and battle with her to get it on (I was overdue but was hoping to give her a bath first) - meanwhile hubs is laying on the couch watching YouTube (I don’t know the shortcut for the hopping mad emoji but....just pretend I do) and for lack of better brainpower I grab some spray cleaner to spray down and wipe up in front of the door/windows. Pray those (censored) are contained. “Are you sure it’s not just the mites?” asks hubs. No. They’re hopping. They’re not just crawling around like all the random ground mites we have kicking around. Hopping means DIE SOCKSUCKING UNCLECLUCKERS DIE

So I go out to the garage to the perimeter bug spray I got a while back at tractor supply. Well I’m trying to do it in the dark and fail so I yell into the house “can I please get your help” (in hubs defense I may have sounded a bit peevish cause here I am doing battle with freaking fleas and he’s STILL LAYING THERE WATCHING YOUTUBE.) “well I didn’t know what you were doing I didn’t know you were spraying now there’s already an open jug out back why are you so...” he wisely trailed off there and shut up and I retorted that I wasn’t messing around with fleas. So spray the front of the house. Spray the back of the house. Cross fingers and pray.

And yes. Im still sleeping in spare oom. Which also bugs hubs (he says he didn’t hear me snoring last night though so win) and good gosh I just found it so much easier to get up and going in the morning when I didn’t have to worry about waking him up and I could open a curtain for some natural light. Also tomorrow is going to be a crack of dawn day - hoping to get to work around 6:30.

Anyway. What it all boils down to is this. Fleas are the devil, my marriage is interesting and peach hates flea meds. (I think the reason behind that though is cause she would react to some - so even though she doesn’t react to the vectra she still remembers.)

I love having my own bedroom!

 

[jane s chickens]

Found kittens in carrier..5 year old gd is so smart. Hot out already. Cleaning Hummer feeders with bleach.

 

[prostar]

I love having my own bedroom!

I know it’s bugging hubs.
I know my futon is a...fifteen year old creaky seen better days thing.
I know I’m having issues falling asleep but...once I sleep I sleep well.

 

[CapricornFarm]

It is 90° out there already! Just nuts.

 

[Granny Hatchet]

Morning, Thunder woke me.