Mornin ya'll.
Bad windy rain last night. Heard something bang but the benadryl I took wouldn't let me wake up. Turns out I didn't shut the basement exterior door good enough, and it blew open. As a result, one of the newbies in the brooder died. I am a bad chick mom.
Then the new sales dude got all up in my face over the brochure. I already remodeled it, yet he's passing out the OLD one for peeps to review and not what I wrote up. So not only were my efforts to renovate it discarded the first time, but now they're discarded again. And I have to sit in a meeting at 3pm to reinforce this fact. Lucky me.
And I still have benadryl hangover but my ear aches as well. I hate ear aches.
Neat picture of a dead weasel. They look so sweet and innocent when the blood on them is their own. Very pretty and I'd want to keep the fur and tail and make a little pouch out of it. It looks so soft. There's a lady in AK that sells hats made of fur. I thought about ordering one made of red fox fur, just to prove a point to my guest to watch his p's and q's, but then remembered that I am about to be broke.
Speaking of which, DH had to spend $500 getting a bearing replaced on his van and then on his way home from the shop he heard the other one start squealing. He is NOT a happy camper....