He got up early and has been feeling GREAT.
Maybe the fall to the floor on Friday shook his beans up and they all fell back in the right spots.
I'm telling you, he's on it like a bonnet.
Mike is home today waiting for the pump guy to come.
He has already sprayed Round Up on all the stray bad grass around the farm this morning and yesterday, he mowed the back pasture and Ox Bowed all the blackberries.
Busy and neurotic. It can sometimes be a good combination.
Saturday we sprang the ducks from the compound and yesterday the geese.
They are in fowl heaven having the entire pasture to graze.
The Garcia's on the other hand are not thrilled, but mearly tolerate their new feathered companions.
R.I.P
Wendy the fish died Saturday night.
Wendy the person and I will make a trip to the pet store today to do yet another walk of shame down the fish row and purchase a new Wendy to slip in the bowl while Wyatt is at school.
What an overly emotional nine year old kid doesn't know won't hurt him.
When he's twenty he will be contacting Ripley's to report the longest living beta fish in history.
I hope that kid goes to college and earns a degree that will someday support his therapy bills.
Wendy (the person) and I made puppy chow last night.
Have you ever had that?
Mmmmmm good.
Cereal squares, chocolate, peanut butter and powdered sugar.
What could be wrong with that?
I will post the recipe and a picture later.
Here's a picture of the daisy in a teacup.
Cute huh?
Wal-Mart.
Ok, I'm going to town now.
Ciao'
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