- May 18, 2016
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It began last evening. You guys know that I managed to pull a muscle in the shower the other day. Well, after working yesterday, I needed a shower, and I decided to open the window located inside the shower. I have a shower curtain with suction cups on it, but it was no match for a good breeze. The curtain blew out of the tub, and water got on the floor. When I was done showering, I looked at the floor, and it seemed dry. The mat was soaked, but that is fine. I usually go back into the bathroom after combing out my hair. For whatever reason I did not. I rushed in later, having to go BAD! And the mat slid across the floor. Apparently, the floor had been very wet.
So I woke this morning, needing more sleep and wishing I could remove my aching back.
The coffee wasn't strong enough, and I wasn't in the mood to make another pot.
I went out, and things were okay in the coop. Empty trap (other than the bait). The whole time I was out there, I kept thinking I needed to trip the trap to keep the dog and any brave fowl out. I didn't.
I knew I had to go to the PO, but didn't know when, so I couldn't really do anything "big deal". I didn't want to be stinky.
I couldn't focus on anything I was doing because my mind was daydreaming about something I can't have. I finally went back to bed. Figuring I could rest my back, daydream and maybe sleep.
BIL calls, and I tried to get up. My back was not having it. Until now, I forgot that pain killers exist (even though I just talked to Chaos about them).
BIL says I need to watch Duckling. Noo problem. I did some baby proofing (sharp knives put away). I was done.
We go, and I had three utility bill checks for three different companies in my PO box. I only saw one at the time. I pick up my damaged mail and packages (they cram things into the box) and get back into the vehicle. Get to my place, and get Duckling out. BIL slams his door open on me.
I am halfway to the house when he tells me that he wanted to drop her off later.
I am still unable to work on anything, not knowing when Duckling will be back.
Dish calls, and moved my appt to today. THIS IS WHERE THE PROBLEM STARTED. I put a pan of dishes into the oven because he was going to be there in a few minutes. I didn't think I wold be using the oven anyway.
Guy leaves, and didn't fix the problem.
Duckling shows up in her usual tired, wet, bad diaper rash dirty (she wasn't four hours earlier) stinky state.
We collected eggs, and I banged my leg on the 18" high wall.
Duckling DROPPED an egg into the basket... An egg I had forgotten about. A rotten egg (quitter) from the broodies. I tossed all the eggs despite them not being even damp with the bad egg.
I turned on the oven. I heard a clatter after ten minutes. I remembered the dishes... A fire broke out. Three actually.
Duckling had a nuked hotdog for supper... What she didn't give Sturgis anyway.
I am now going to take some pain killers.














