Holy cow. I swear to you that every time my husband goes out of town. The first day, something breaks, blows up, crashes. It is a curse we carry. Last time it was our garage door. Just had it fixed this week. Yesterday when hubs left to go camping for the weekend with some guy friends for a little shooting, my daughters call me that they hit something on the freeway and slit the side of one of our BRAND NEW, LESS THAN A MONTH OLD tires. Oh well. Like my momma used to say, if you can fix it with money then it isn't really a problem. It is those things that money can't fix. Like your health or the death of a loved one. Those are the real trials in life for sure.
Anyway on to fun happenings. Here is my babe heading out to the midnight showing of Hunger Games. They sat in line for six hours to make sure they could all sit together. A brave mother volunteered to take them. She loved it. She bought herself this t-shirt for the event.
We re-did this little hill of planter. It was overgrown and in need of some changes. Hubs had to have this baby blue spruce. Before you could not grow them here but now they have a hybrid you can. It will only grow to four feet tall. I hope.
Lastly, and you cannot laugh, but I almost killed Rocky last night. I was leaning over their new spacious box they got yesterday and slipped, and my hand crushed my porch chick. She freaked out and was flopping around. My oldest was telling me to calm down and gave her a look. She said at this stage they are very flexible so she will be all right. I felt HORRIBLE.
It was hilarious but not at the moment. For the rest of the night they huddled in the corner of the box whenever I came near. Poor chicks. Now I am trying to crush them. My kids say now I am officially the crazy chicken lady. All my friends cannot believe I have chickens. They think I am very strange. Why raise them when you can buy eggs they say. Exactly. I want to raise my own eggs. Have a great weekend. This momma is off the breakfast with a friend and boy do I need a few hours out.