Post Holiday Update

Hello.... Is anyone still here?

The only excuse I have for not blogging for a week (or more) is, well, I don't have one.

Thanksgiving was quiet and uneventful, the only crisis was that I forgot the mashed potatoes. Can you believe that? Who forgets the mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving? Me. I got lucky though and had an old box of instant so all things considered dinner was a success.

Wendy was with her douchebag boyfriend and his family so we were all sad she wasn't here with us but thats how it goes and thats all I have to say about that.

Right after Thanksgiving I got a big Etsy order for slippers so I was crocheting until my fingers bled ached to get it finished. Sometimes I wonder if I should even sell on Etsy because I get terrible shippers remorse as soon as I leave the post office. What if they get their stuff and HATE it and think "what kind of bozo sells this shit" I mean really, you never know. I made Tiffany a hat and shipped it off to her and then she posted a picture of herself wearing it and all I could think was that I made a grey bucket not a hat. It fit my giant head, but it looked pretty big on her. {Tiff you can always send it back and I'll size it up a bit} So now I'm suffering from slipper shipper anxiety and wondering if some woman in Canada is staring at a giant box of slippers wondering what the hell she got herself into. I wonder if there's some kind of crafters disorder that I suffer from and need to seek treatment for. I wonder if there's medication for it. Probably not.

I have a bunch of soap I need to label and send out the first of next week, maybe I'll toss back some xanax and gin before I do.

I made a Fat Bottom Facebook page and posted the link over there to the right. From now on I'm only going to be posting blog updates there because I don't want to blog bombard the people who don't read it. It will also have the links to my Etsy and Twitter so if you happen to be a farm fan that's where you'll find all things farm from now until forever.

6 just called. He won't be home this weekend. This new job is great, but I miss having him home to do the jobs I don't like doing. Like the dishes. And laundry. And anything heavy dirty or gross.

The Bad Baby Buddy got in the pasture and escaped out the other side into the mobile spaces and chased one of the trailer people's cat and caught it and tried to eat it yesterday. Why would he do that? He doesn't chase our cats. I read online that dogs are prey driven animals and if something lives in their house it isn't prey but if it's outside it is. I don't understand, but for now Buddy is imprisoned in the house until 6 fixes the hole in the fence.

He. Is. Driving. Me. Crazy.

Wyatt's teacher is causing us huge amounts of grief and I'm going to tell you all about it Monday so get ready with you best what to do when your kids teacher is an a-hole advice.

Thank You.

Oh, one more thing... I think I have an ulcer from too much ibuprofen. It KILLS. I've tried Prevacid and it didn't help. Any suggestions?