Boy, leave the porch to get something done and what happens......unable to keep up again! But I'll try my best, and if I miss ya this go-around it wasn't intentional!
Congrats on the new mooly cows! But then I love all things Scottish - well, Hagis not so much, although I eat it once a year in February.
Lindz, what you saw today is exactly what Ken and I disagree on all the time. If we're getting ready to head out the door and the phone rings, or Katie or Evan stop by for a second, or I got the makeup applied right to one eye and the other looks weird and needs to be fixed, or the guy in the big truck hauling a mile long horse trailer means I have to sit by and wait until there's room for me at the gas pump, or whatever, I don't sweat it. I have no problem with delays in getting out the door, for exactly the reason you talked about. Ken, on the other hand, has no patience for delays. I tried to explain it a few times, but he always comes back with, "Great theory. But that can work the other way too.....like if we hadn't left late that deer we hit would have already been across the road and eating 10 minutes before we met up with him." Don't try to make sense, honey - you aren't very good at it. <Snicker>
Can't remember who all was talking about the man in the duck video complicating things. I haven't taken the time to watch it, but from what I gather it would probably just irritate me anyway. I have reached a few conclusions about men and complications in my lifetime. I have a theory that those stupid hand dryers in restrooms, turn signal indicator levers with every function known to man stuffed into them, high heeled shoes and panti hose were all invented by men. I can't imagine a woman on earth thinking any of those things were good ideas. But we use 'em all, so go figger....
Bee, couldn't find the poultry nipples today in Cody. Not a happy camper - came home to an empty waterer again. But I went to
Amazon and ordered some. It's just that by the time they get here the chicks will be checked into Motel Chix and probably complaining about the room service. Did get rid of the newspapers and went with straight litter, but the dirt I haven't come up with. What we have is still soggy and nasty wet. I didn't get home from Cody until 4:30 so I had two choices - dig up some dirt and find a place to spread it out to dry, or get the priming started. I opted to work on the coop on the theory that I've survived this long - the sooner I get that coop done the sooner I get my house and sanity back. So the coop won. I got one entire wall done before it got too cold, and I was starving. Planned on pig cheeks, mashed taters and scalloped corn tonight. I ate leftover pizza.
Whew....almost there. Glad that those of you who were a little under the weather are moving a little better today. Wish we'd hear from our storm tossed porch sitter, but maybe she's just without power. Still sending prayers to those who want them, and even those who don't - like the jerk who yelled at me at
Walmart today. We opted to leave Kendra's wheel chair in the car and just put her directly into a shopping cart and go into the store, and I'd forgotten my walker in the car Ken took to Sheridan. Now, I'm glad that he saw Kendra and me as able bodied, even though Kendra has to be carried if she's not chaired, and I'm doubly glad that he at least cares whether the people who take up handicapped parking spaces are entitled to use them. But first of all, you can't judge a disability based solely on needing a medical device to ambulate, and second, there are much nicer ways to approach me and inquire without walking right up to me and resorting to calling me a "stupid, selfish *****" who's only disability is "pure assed f'ing laziness", especially in front of my grandkids. I handled it. I smiled at him and said, "There are some disabilities that can't be seen with the naked eye, and there are some disabilities that don't seem to exist until the unfortunate disabled person opens his mouth. Would you like to borrow my placard?" So as much as I hate to, I'll add him to the prayer list too. Think I'll pray that he never needs a disabled placard, but that if he ever does, his paperwork gets lost in the DMV for a few weeks. Is that so wrong? Okay, you're right. I'll leave that part out.
You are right, we have so much to be thankful for. But no doubt life can be trying. Sending prayers your way that things will lighten up on you and yours.
Guess they thought they would clean it up so I wouldn't have too 
