Tectonic Plates

Last night, we had David’s parents over for dinner.  We played the game Telestrations.  Have you played this game?  It is like a fun combo of Pictionary and Telephone.

You get a secret word and you draw it on a dry erase tablet.   You pass your drawing to the next person.  They write down on the next page their guess and pass it to the next person.  That person uses that word as their “clue” and draws it and so on.  When you get your drawing back, it is fun to see what happened with it.

One was “sleeping bag.”  It went around the whole circle correctly until it got to Handsome Dude.

I drew a picture of a tent with a camper sleeping in a sleeping bag.  I added a helpful arrow to the sleeping bag. Then I handed it off to HD.

HD’s guess?

Tectonic Plates.

But I was impressed that he knew what tectonic plates were and he spelled it correctly.

At one point, Grandpa drew a card and announced this game was X-RATED.

Hadley:  Well, you don’t have to draw anything X-RATED.

Turns out he had “skinny dipping.”  And turns out he drew a female stick figure with, *ahem*, certain anatomical features.

Hadley: GGGGRRRRAAAANNNNDDDDDPPPPAAAA!!!

Grandpa:  What?  I told you this game was inappropriate.

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The cats ruined my couch.  With their claws.

I fixed it with scissors and a razor.

I am proud of me.

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David came inside yesterday and asked me if I could please come out and help sort cows.  And, no I don’t mind, but I was so way busy preparing food and getting ready for company and when we had our husband/wife team meeting that morning, there was no mention of sorting cows.

But I go out there, because, I don’t mind, but things were not going well, seeing as how the cows did not want to listen to us.  We were trying to get all the calves and two cows sorted off the herd.  The calves (except Bab’s new one) all need to be weaned.  Hildy and another cow are going to be sold at auction.

We were trying to help and I fell in the mud and hurt my arm so way bad on a cattle panel.

Reader.  David laughed at me.

Reader.  I did not like that.

And I have a wicked bad bruise on my arm and he seems to think it is no big deal.

And sadly, the cows and calves were not fans of David’s decision to wean them.  They have been sorrowfully mooing for each other all night and all day.  It is a good thing I have a deaf ear, or else I would not have been able to sleep a wink last night.

Grandpa:  Why is David taking that cow to auction?

Me (sadly):  Because her calf died.

Grandpa (beaming with pride):  Right.  And it doesn’t make sense to pay for a cow that is not performing for you.

This is where David gets it, apparently.

It is in his blood.

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The dogs.

The dog saga continues.

On Friday night, I returned home from taking Charlie to the vet for her wounded eye.  Then I had to clean out my car and finish up parent teacher conferences.

And then.  I was petting Abbie and she yelped a horrendous yelp and I found an abscessed wound on what I can only think to call her “armpit.”

Do dogs have armpits?  Sure.

So, I took her to the vet on Saturday and the poor dear has a serious wound and her own set of meds.  I got some advice from the doctor, but these gals currently hate each other.  If they go near each other they growl and I am worried we won’t be able to turn this around and one will have to be rehomed.  If you remember, Charlie was given to Hadley as a Christmas present last year.

Me:  Hadley.  We might have to give one of them up.

Hadley:  I know.  And I know who it needs to be.

Me:  Who?

Hadley:  Charlie.  I don’t want her to go, but Abbie was here first.  And she loves Dad too much.  And our farm.  If Abbie left, she wouldn’t be ok.  Charlie would probably be ok.  I think  it would break Abbie if she had leave.  She couldn’t live anywhere else.

This morning I left bright and early to take Charlie to the vet to get spayed.

It was a beautiful morning and no mystery fluids came out of Charlie.

Later this afternoon, Hadley and I went to go and pick her up.  She was precious and sweet and looked at us like we were the meanest humans in the world to make her endure what she had to endure that day.

We got some egg nog lattes for the ride home and had a pep talk with Charlie about how we loved her and she needed to not fight with her big sis anymore.

Charlie is currently resting comfortably.

We love her.  We want to keep her.

The End.