Nowadays I am a "glass have full" kind of person however Monday, truly turned into an exception and at it's conclusion I was ready to transform into an eternal pessimist. Gone was my mantra - I only have good days and great days. My new mantra is - I only have good days and great days....and Mondays!
I was lured from a deep sleep at 5:45 a.m. by screeching coming from the goat pen. Yeah, I know you are thinking goats don't screech and usually they don't, that's why it woke me up. Jon of course was long gone, in fact I have no idea what time he goes to work in the morning but there was no sight of him at 5:45 a.m. Anyway, I walk out to the pen, in my cowboy boots and my pajamas (I wish I was exaggerating about the wardrobe but I'm not). I rub the sleep out of my eyes to see one of our Billies in the same pen as the nannies. Now for all you city types, we REALLY did not want to have babies in the frigid middle of the winter this year. We talked about breeding them in the fall and having babies in the comfort of the wondrous spring weather. Of course as I looked at the Billy assaulting my nannies the calender in my head was counting off 150 days. Crap.
I won't even begin to tell you how much fun it was to try and separate a big, tough, stinky, billy - hot on the trail of "some lovin" from my sweet innocent Nannies. Add into that mix the dozen sheep who I think that morning just wanted to be part of the drama and it was ridiculous! Of course no neighbors in site that morning to help out. All of this before coffee!
Next on the list grocery shopping. Since I had been gone all weekend and Jon apparently has some aversion to grocery carts, the frig was bare. I head to "Faltart". I know what you are thinking, but at 7:00 a.m., I thought I could beat some of the ridiculousness. NOT. I was too early to pick up photos and the store had no fresh limes - limes for God sake. I guess Arugula and fresh mozzarella cheese are out. Seriously what kind of retail grocery store does not have limes. The checker silently moved my groceries across the scanner. At no time did she say good morning, thank you, I hate my job, nothing - the entire time. I was going to ask her where the limes were but then I decided to engage in an experiment to see if she would even speak at all. She didn't.
After that underwhelming shopping experience I stopped by my parents and when I left I was pulled over by Brushs' finest. Okay here's the deal about that. The Brush Police Department probably receives half of it's revenue by handing out tickets for not coming to a complete stop at a stop sign. I know this is true because I read the police blotter in the paper. I know this and yet what do I do? I don't stop completely at the stop sign, I admit it. It doesn't change the fact that the country popo, who was going the opposite way whipped around behind me like I had just robbed a liquor store....at gunpoint....and taken hostages. Seriously where was I going to go? When he walked up to the window he looked a great deal like Deputy Butterbean (google it) and I though about fleeing - but like where am I going to go. I am two blocks from my parents house. So after keeping my mouth shut and taking my citation like a woman I am $45.00 poorer and I will have the honor of having my name posted in the local paper. AWESOME!
Finally you think unloading groceries and putting them neatly away would be a simple task really. Foolishly I started mulitasking and put a pot of water on the stove to hard boil eggs I just purchase - I was lucky enough to find eggs at the Faltart. I set the pot on the back burner, and turned the stove on, however I turned on the front burner. Now, that normally isn't a big deal except this morning since I was putting away groceries I had a loaf of bread sitting on the front burner. Before I could smell the smoke my newly purchased loaf of bread was a fireball.
All of this before 10:00 a.m. Oh nothing else happened in that day - that's because I went back to bed!
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