It seems like drinking milk is the only thing that tricks my belly into feeling better and I hate milk and when I even think about milk it makes me gag, but much like one of those toilet paper eating weirdos on t.v, I'm compelled into drinking it.
But it doesn't ever feel better.
Last night Six reminded me of my ulcer and asked if I was still taking my ulcer medicine and I told him,
"No, duh, it quit hurting."
So today I will be calling in a refill on my ulcer medicine.
I just Googled stomach ulcer images, and I highly recommend no one ever doing that.
I tried to make a diaper for Ding last night and it actually turned out pretty good and looked pretty sharp.
Until she peed.
And it didn't work.
At all.
Back to the drawing board.
Why can't Huggies just make disposables for lambs.
They could call them Good Niiiiiiiiiiiiights.
Or Even Tena, they could call them "Just for Sheep".
Maybe I could Pattern my own and call them "Fat Pads for Ewe" and make a line of slim fit for Junior ewes too.
Goats could wear them too I guess, but goats get everything, everybody loves goats, it's the forgotten sheep having to wear a dish towel and saran wrap that I'm worried about.
Everything else is pretty uneventful.
Wendy is loving her job.
The Neighbor is onto and now even off of the one year old charts.
No more acting like a preemie for him, he has begun plotting his take over of the universe one giggle at a time!
At least he'll have his trusty side-kick Dinggle
Wyatt is back to school today.
I'll miss him.
Six is working.
Every day.
As usual.
And all the babies are up in the barn doing what baby sheep do.
We keep checking to see if Danggle's still Dangling and so far he is.
Should be any day now that his boy bits fall and he just becomes the barn wether.
Rex is counting the days until he can be with his best sheep again, but I don't think Belle, misses him to much.
I think she's happy in her bed and breakfast setting with daily catering service.
Peas.
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