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Doggoneit, due to multiple issues which shall go unmentioned which recently culminated in a spectacular dive off my porch steps (which would have netted me at least a 9.2 in the Olympics), I have almost no PTO left at work, so taking a week day off is just out of the question for me. I'd love to come help, but maybe we can do that June Saturday thing. I would really love that! Oh, and sorry about your terrible, awful, horrible, no good, very bad day. Great big hugs! And sometimes screaming really does help. I actually did it about two weeks ago. I hit that point where I stormed out of my house and out into the trees and yelled curse words for a solid minute. And then I was better and could actually focus a little more. Sometimes the frustration builds up like a fog around our brains, and we have to let it out in order to see things a little more clearly. Mitzi, I’m so sorry you lost your babies! I hate that the fox had to die, but the only option you had was to trap and rehome it into somebody else’s back yard. Dusti, how adorable are those babies?!?! Congrats! Captain Jack, welcome to BYC! Pull up a chair and jump right in! And just to let you know… we have no BS around here that we are aware of. Nor do we have sense of humor.
This is actually a fantastic thread with a lot of great people who very rarely ever even look cross-eyed at each other. Unless we go to an auction together and one of the others buys the chicken we want. Then there’s a lot of cross-eyed looks and stuck out tongues. (And swearing, but don't tell the others I said that about them.)
Doggoneit, due to multiple issues which shall go unmentioned which recently culminated in a spectacular dive off my porch steps (which would have netted me at least a 9.2 in the Olympics), I have almost no PTO left at work, so taking a week day off is just out of the question for me. I'd love to come help, but maybe we can do that June Saturday thing. I would really love that! Oh, and sorry about your terrible, awful, horrible, no good, very bad day. Great big hugs! And sometimes screaming really does help. I actually did it about two weeks ago. I hit that point where I stormed out of my house and out into the trees and yelled curse words for a solid minute. And then I was better and could actually focus a little more. Sometimes the frustration builds up like a fog around our brains, and we have to let it out in order to see things a little more clearly. Mitzi, I’m so sorry you lost your babies! I hate that the fox had to die, but the only option you had was to trap and rehome it into somebody else’s back yard. Dusti, how adorable are those babies?!?! Congrats! Captain Jack, welcome to BYC! Pull up a chair and jump right in! And just to let you know… we have no BS around here that we are aware of. Nor do we have sense of humor.
