First and foremost, don't forget that the annual Online Cookie Exchange Extravaganza is coming up on the fifth, and if you want to participate, you need to send Jz your recipe and blog URL by tomorrow!
Now onto my moaning...And not the attractive kind, lol.
I'm so sick and tired of wood...I'm not talking about the fun kind either.
I despise being cold, really no one wants to live in an icebox all winter, right? But the kids have been kinda sick, my headaches are back, I just spent two days working the splitter, and for the first time in 2 1/2 years, I'll have gone 6 weeks without a chiropractic appointment. My body hates me.
I was less than thrilled to get up this morning and hear that we're going out to get more wood. Of course, I shouldn't complain--he had to chop half of a cord by hand yesterday just to be able to unload the wood he brought her, because my mom's...Lets go with incompetent, shall we?
And nobody wants to freeze to death and die (never let it be said that I avoided a perfectly good opportunity to be dramatic).
We stumbled in last night, I was doing my usual hold-the-girl hybrid-at-the-gate-so-she-doesn't-run-off, when I realized that her neck was covered in blood. For the most part, the animals get along, but historically, there have been some pretty bad fights. They're fairly big, so if they do fight, it's not pretty. When this particular one is covered in blood, it's hardly ever actually hers.
Yea, it wasn't her blood...I spent my evening patching up the pit bull. Say what you will about the breed, but they get a bad rap--not many animals will let you scrub out and bandage wounds, after chopping off dangling skin... I have patched up some pretty bad wounds, but this time was in the running with the worst of them...Not the way I had planned on rounding out my day.
And to think, I made a conscious choice not to become a veterinarian...Still, it's preferable to patching up people in the living room--animals complain far less.
I know I have comments, and I will get to them soon...But I have to make ointment for the dog...Before my darling husband drags me back out into the woods with a chainsaw. Like how exciting I made that sound?