We got worms.

Earlier this week, I posted some pictures for you to guess as to what we have been up to these days.

So.  Here we go.

1)  Our Cat Flam-i-lee hath arrived.  The astute reader might recall that we already have kitten named Mr. Poppers.  We answered an ad from someone needing someone to take a stray mama cat and her baby.

And because we like acquiring gobs of animals (hello, 30 rabbits!  how ya doin, 40 hens?  10 pigs?  Why not!?), we said we would take them.

Here is Little Dude with the baby kitten.  Her name is Daisy Sue.  She is terrified of everything.

The kids named the mama cat, Mrs. Poppers.

Do you get it?  Do you ?  Hmm?

We are still just getting to know our new feline friend, but this we know to be truth:

She hates Tank (the dog) and Mr. Poppers (her betrothed).

Loathes them.  Hissing.  Fangs.  Claws.  The whole enchilada.

Cat Flam-i-lee for the win!

2)  The girls have been helping David work on the horse fence.

They finished Monday night!  Now they are working on the barn.  Because we love to spend all our monies at The Home Depot and every Farm and Ranch Establishment in the near vicinity.

Horses!  Not cheap.  And we haven’t even gotten one yet.

3)  This is the most exciting update of all, my friends.  I have launched a full force attack on the peach walls that permeate my home.  What’s that?  Were you not aware that my entire house was sprayed peach when it was built by the original owners.  We are talking ceilings and everything.

Here is a picture from when we first moved in:

Seriously.  I shudder.

We painted the living room and kitchen areas last fall and I made it my own personal goal to rid my house of the peach this summer before homeschool starts up again.

Homeschool.  I shudder.

Anyways.  I have been painting for five days straight and I painted the walls AND the ceilings in the master bedroom, master bath, and homeschool room.

Go, Me!

Turns out I am not-so-good at the whole ceiling painting thing.

David helped me out with the vaulted ones in the bedroom.  And yes, I look fantastic in this picture.  You would too if you had been painting for 12 hours straight.

I am on a mission, people!  Begone, peach!  Begone!

4)  And now, for a sad tale of woe and broken dreams.

A couple of weeks ago, I was in my parents’ backyard.  They just moved into a new house last fall and we were there helping them with some yardwork.  I looked up and discovered a tree laden with cherries.  We laughed for joy at the good fortune and started planning out all the delicious treats we could make with this bountiful fruit.

Pie filling!

Jams!

Oh, the joy!

The amount of planning that went into this event, which we dubbed Cherry Fest 2013, was insane.  Supply orders were placed on Amazon.  Canning jars were collected by the dozens.  Sugar was purchased at Costco in an ungodly size.

We were ready.

On Sunday, we went to my parents’ house for Cherry Fest 2013.  We picked cherries for a couple of hours, not even getting 1/5th of the cherries available because the tree is gigantic.  As we were picking, we were even sampling a few of the delicious treats.

Heavenly.

We finished picking and got to pitting.

Pitting was the pits.  The pitter was taking forever, so we resorted to pitting with our bare hands.

And that’s when we saw them.

Worms.

At this point, we are fully into our mission.  We have spent hours with these cherries and we are not going down without a fight.

First we try to reason.

Surely the heat from canning will kill the worms.

Surely it is not harmful.

Surely we have eaten more disgusting things in our lifetime

So, we went back to pitting.  But more and more of them had worms.  Some worms were even escaping from the bowl and having a meet and greet on my mom’s kitchen counter.

So we made some calls.  We called two people whom we feel are quite lenient on these matters.  People who would not bat an eye at eating road kill.  Surely they would tell us that worms are a splendid addition to cherry pie filling!

We were mistaken.

They declared it disgusting.

So, with heavy hearts, we took all our cherries, and their wormy friends, and dumped them.

The saddest part is not the fact that we had to dump them out.

Nay.

The saddest part was how desperate we were to convince ourselves that we were okay with eating worms.

That is all.