An Unused Pig Syringe

HD:  Mom, is Kate scared that she is almost an adult?

Me:  What do you mean?

HD:  Well, it’s almost time for her to go!  Is she scared?

Me:  I don’t think so.

HD:  I would be TERRIFIED.

Me:  What are you scared of?

HD:  Mostly taxes and a house payment.

Ha.

We paid the kids for their hard work at the rental house.  And then one day, I went to join my gal pals for lunch and-get this-A PEDICURE and left the boys home alone.  When I returned, I discovered the boys had done some Amazon shopping, since they were feeling all Rental Rich.

And LD ordered himself a mini fridge.

?

Don’t worry.  I canceled it AND I changed my Amazon password.

He also ordered a remote control car, a fishing pole, bait, and toys for the cute kitten Rio.

Speaking of the rental, it is officially listed and active.  Sad stuff.

One day after working there, Hadley was washing her hands in the sink.  She thought of something and became WAY EXCITED about her new thinking.  And lucky for us, she shared her thinking with us.

Hadley:  MOM!

Me:  Yes?

Hadley:  OUR SKIN IS WATERPROOF!  I NEVER REALIZED THAT BEFORE!  THAT IS AMAZING!

So, there you go.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . .

It is time for hay.

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Is that not the most ridiculous set up you have ever seen?  David will need help from Hadley or I soon with driving that ridiculous set up in a hay field.  He is choosing Hadley.  And that is the wise choice.  Because last time I helped him, I may have taken out part of Farmer Brown’s fence in the hay field.

It is very tricky, people!

The yellow thing on the back is a bale loader.  I was also terrible at this.  You are supposed to attach the bale loader to the side of the trailer and then “catch” the bales in it.  I always missed and David and the boys would be yelling STOP and we would have to stop and redo everything.

I think me “helping” adds at least an hour to the process.

So, I will instead read a book and sit on the deck and look at my cows.

Everyone wins!

Yesterday, I stepped on a tiny piece of glass around 1pm.  It became embedded in the bottom of my foot and hurt way really bad.

I tried to remove it, but it was too far in.  So, I decided to put a bandaid and a sock on it and pretend it didn’t happen.  When David got home, I was in pain and limping all around.  He insisted that he cut it out of me.

!

I was a big, fat baby, Friends.  Screaming and everything.

David:  I am going to use a pig needle and tweezers.

Me:  What?!

David:  Don’t worry, the pig needle has never been used.

Me:  Oh, please disinfect stuff first.

So, he is armed with his phone’s flashlight app, my eyebrow tweezers, and a pig syringe.

Me:  YOU BETTER SWEAR TO ME THAT NEEDLE HAS NEVER BEEN IN A PIG’S BOTTOM!

He cut it out.  I lived.  It hurt, but the hurt definitely didn’t match up to my level of screaming.

I got a glass of wine and ice cream out of the deal.

I was a bit of a fussy patient.

Here’s our Anniversary Date Night Pic:

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Oh!  And in case you care, I think we only have like 30 pigs left!

Happy Friday!

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4 Responses to An Unused Pig Syringe

  1. Dawn says:

    Very clever of you to be terrible on the hey field and thusly escape fo the deck!

  2. B says:

    No, I think David has what is a smallish uplift in his one side of his mouth. 🙂

  3. Ruth says:

    So glad David cut the glass out of your foot. Guess that part of your skin is not currently Waterproof.
    Where is Kate going to “go”? Off to college? So impressive that HD is afraid of taxes and a house payment. He seems to know the right things to be afraid of. College kids don’t usually have to pay taxes and house payments. Just tuition, books, and living expenses.
    Once the 30 pigs are gone, some other animals will show up in a trailer behind David’s vehicle, I’m sure. Can’t wait to see what happens next in your life.

  4. Lisa says:

    It seems David had a jolly time on your date! That’s the biggest smile I’ve seen him sport ever!

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