Ok so I'm up now. I had horrible dream and couldn't go back to bed even though I'm dog arse tired.
Seems I was having a party in my big house and washing the laundry of a very HOT HOT HOT Spanish singer when he needed me to find him some socks. So I go to DH's dresser and start searching and I find all kinds of brand new, in the package ladies undies. Most of which would fit me. So I'm thinking why does hes have all these drawers? Especially thinking where did he get the money to buy it all since he hasn't given me a dime towards bills? So as I'm digging I come across a bra that is a 38C. Well kids, I'm a D. So now, in my dream, I am LIVID!!! I call him up and ask hims "so who's the beeotch you're F*****g?" I woke up steaming mad. Couldn't go back to sleep.
Lori and I must be drinking from the same well! Cause my sis informed me yesterday that "the boy" is copping attitude with her over his low grades. He told her she's the one who has a problem with C's not him. He's almost 16 and in need of some butt kicking.
I've never had oprsicles, but I did have a frizzle seramasicle the other day. In an attempt to appease J, I put all the chicks out in the building. Of course it was the night we dropped back down to 30 at night. Karma. Little blue frizzled serama X was a stiffy. Brought the little dear back in the house and once it warmed it was fine. When they are genetically strong, they are tough little buggers.
I have ponies a plenty, feel free to come hug them anytime.
As for children sick? Nada, but the Precious got into something a few days ago and I've been cleaning dog puke and poop all over my house. I think her tummy has final quieted down after a couple days of plain rice and scrambled eggs. But now she's limping. Her shoulder is really bothering her today. Old dog. She's almost 11. I guess that's old for a rotti.
Buffy, I'm finding weight left and right. Ain't just you! I have got to get out of this funk. I have put on more weight in the last couple months and now my jeans arent' fitting. And I'm not a small girl to begin with. Stress SUCKS!
Laree, when I had J as my avatar, I got hit on by all kind of randy women. I'd get pm's all the time telling me how hot I am.
Mapes, love the siggie. Checked on kitten last night. Momma had drug them all up in the loft. Fine. At least they aren't in the house. This morning, they were all up and crawling over everything. Momma cat still thinks she should come in the house. No sirree! I even took the litter box out! And J says chickens smell! BLECH!!!!
Bows, I am not even opening that one.
Ok so funny story. Last night I'm on the phone with LH. She starts chocking and coughing. I'm like, are you ok? She says, and I quote, "I'm choking on a ding-dong!" Good times!
Oh and I've gone over to the "dark side". I have silkie eggs in my house and will be picking up a couple silkies in PA next week. The world has come to an end.
