My clothes don't fit.
I don't have great clothes anyway and I'm ok with that, fashion is not my driving force, but I'm talking about the big picture.
From my foundations to my sparkly outer layer.
Nothing.
Fits.
All I have in my closet is the three bears, way to big, still to small and really ugly.
I think even the sheep are starting to talk.
I have one outfit that fits just right and it's a pair of yoga pants with a fleece warm up jacket and it makes me look very athletic but I think the people at the feed store have decided it can't be coincidence that I have just come from a Birkman class every time I need hay.
My underpants fall down and my bras are to big.
My shoes are to loose and my shirts are to long.
I look like a refugee from the Biggest Loser.
Oh well.
I ordered the first pair of tennis shoes since middle school p.e.
Back then we had to order everything from the Sears Catalog so I have a thing about things coming in the mail.
I count days and can't wait.
I'm going to walk the track at the school so I don't have to start out going up and down hills, but I think the hardest part of my walk is going to be the walk to my car to drive to the school!
Don't worry, I can do it.
Six had surgery on his hand yesterday and was a real trooper.
The entire procedure took less than ten minutes and we were seriously HOME before 9:AM.
He's on the pills, but I thought I was going to have to give him my own fist full of relief last night because the narcotics turn MIKE into a LOUD talker and a repeaterepeaterepeater.
Whats that?
You say your having bologna on a bagel?
For the fifth time?
Oh yes, I heard you.
From the BARN the third time.
I have to be kind though because I am usually the one with the medical maladies and he takes care of me.
He also has to get new glasses and a sleep apnea test.
All the better to see me sleep better with I guess, but out of all the times I've been married I've never been married to someone who's aging.
Carpel tunnel, bad eyes, sleep apnea, forgets to flush...
The list goes on.
I guess it's ok though, he's turning into a great gramps, we'll just have to work on getting him some false teeth he can take out and scare the neighbor with.
I'm going to make this quick.
I'm having another back surgery.
They're fusing.
It makes me cry and sick to my stomach and that's all I'm going to say about that.
Baby Dingle is out with the lambs every day now!
They all come in at night, but during the day there's lot's of grass for them to eat and rocks for them to spring off of.
Everyone is healthy and happy and I look forward to Dingle getting off the juice soon.
I'm tired of making bottles.
For sheep.
I'll still make them for the neighbor :)
This is Dingle and Pearl grazing the old garden spot
Judy and Belle and the babies...
This is Judy and Baby Jesse, I love Jesses white face!
Have a great day!
Peas
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