Waylon Spaghetti

Woe unto me.

I am now working and not able to be at home.  I got spoiled during quarantine and now am having animal withdrawls.

I mean, who would want to leave this cute “Cat Family” for the whole day, I ask you?

Woe unto me.

Alright.

Life is busy again.  We are not surprised.  I am excited about my new job, and yet, I am hoping I made the correct choice.

I sent this picture to one of my Teacher BFFs who I had to abandon at my old building.

This is my “I hope I didn’t make a terrible mistake” face.

I will miss my friend.  Let’s call her, “Tiffany.”

I am excited, hopeful, overwhelmed, and terrified.

Luckily, a couple of my other BFFs are joining me at the new school  So that is pleasant and happy.

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Let us discuss Little Dude.

I picked him up today and he was drinking a 2 Liter of Root Beer.  All by himself.  And I was too tired to chastise and/or question him.

He still has his two lambs.  They are literally the most precious creatures on the planet, although I am not sure what purpose they serve as we will not be eating lamb, nor do we need wool.

LD is trying to keep his food costs down.  So he worked out some plan with David, and I was surely impressed with him.

He came up with some idea to put the lambs in our garden.  He was going to fence off the berries and make sure the lambs did not eat our new fruit trees.  The lambs could graze on all the grass/weeds around the fruit trees.  David agreed, but said he was responsible to make sure the lambs did not get into the berries.  David also said he had access to any of the lumber and materials we had on our property.

So, LD, along with HD, created this fence the other afternoon:

They were like, pounding T Posts and everything.  I felt they did a good job.  Dare I say, I was proud of them?  They just did it.  They didn’t fight, they didn’t call David, they just did it.

The lambs love their new digs.

Friends.

I have a confession to make.

I cooked Waylon.

If it makes it any easier on you, I did not enjoy it.

Me:  Would you like “Waylon” spaghetti or “Waylon” stroganoff?

The people wanted Waylon spaghetti.  And they loved it.

Did I eat it?

Of course not, Fools!

But maybe someday.

Baby steps, Friends.

Baby Steps.

Take Care, Friends.