Hellooooo...

How're y'all? I'm lots better, myself.

Not that there was really anything wrong, but, due to the events of the last hour/hour and a half, I'm much better than I was when I got up.

I'll explain that better later. It's so cool... lol.

In the meantime, I need to go help Eric bed the horse stalls and get the dog box re-bedded, cause it's gonna *say it with me* RAIN AGAIN. Siiiigh.

Honestly, I don't even know why I bother with the dumb dog box. They spend all their time under the house, anyway. There is no basement, not even a real crawl space, but there is room... plenty of room under there. For spiders, snakes, bees, dogs... There must not be many of the first three, not anymore anyway, but... those dogs love it. It's kinda disconcerting, though, when they bark at people coming to the door from under there. We have the world's only "barking house".

It's funny. It freaks people out, because it sounds as if the hounds of hell are coming, looking forward to doing great bodily damage, but... from where?

Heh.

Best part is, if need be, I can have all of them inside in less than a minute.

Anyway... I also hafta go to the store later and meanwhile, Eric's wanting to barbeque chicken. With Mesquite chips, which is just such a "guy-thing". It hadda be a guy that came up with this. Whom else would even THINK to soak in water first something you're gonna throw on/in a fire? Jeezus.

And, in keeping with what seems to be the theme of the day, I was just given yet another reprieve... Instead of having to bolt out the door right this second, I have a few minutes while Eric helps Jason move a few tractors and bulldozers and shit.

I also need to finish the house, but, since that involes re-doing the rabbit cage before I put him back in it (and I need to do that soon because he's (Hugh, the rabbit) driving Erica (a cat) to distraction 'cause he loves her. He is stuck up her butt the entire time she's not outta his reach, grooming her and hopping around her in circles, following her everywhere she goes. It's cute, but she gets damned tired of it, from the looks she gives me...), that could take a while. See, once I do the rabbit cage, I'm gonna hafta also do the rat house, because who could stand to be stared at by him like he's saying, "Heeey. What about me, Mom?" But, I can't really finish the house, til I get the rabbit outta here because he's the primary one I need to vacuum because of. And, I might as well wait to vacuum til I get done with all the shit (cedar chips in rat house) that could contribute to the shit already ON the floor and....

Make sense?

It's the rabbit's fault I haven't finished cleaning from three days ago yet.

That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.

Okay. Eric just went to get the... the... I wanna say front-end loader, but I'm not sure that's what it is. He just started it and yep... it's the front end loader. He's going for a scoop of sawdust for the stalls, so I better go.

I'll be back later with my "better then okay" story, after I get him to bed. I may pop in and do the latest MadLib before then, if I get a chance.

Peace.

Posted by: Stevie at 07:17 PM

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Posted by: Tuning Spork at August 04, 2004 08:52 PM (MsAHg)

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