What in the Chicken Nugs is going on?

I saw this sign in a store.

It made me laugh.  And I have not stopped laughing.  And I bought it.

Ba-Dah-Dah.  Ba-Dah-Dah.

And, yes.  I do all the laundry in the house and I have been receiving some constructive criticism from other humans regarding this topic, and, like, I get it, but I am not going to give up control of my washing machine.  Because it is mine.  And what else do I have, I ask you?

And in fact, I did at one point tell the children they had to do their own laundry and it ruined my whole life.  Allow me to expand on that thought:

1.  A child put a load in the washer.
2. Said child left my home and stayed the night elsewhere and was returning who-knows-when.
3. I needed to wash some laundry.  So I put the aforementioned child’s laundry in the dryer.  Because it is my washer and I want to use it when I want to use it.
4. I suffered wrath and rage because there was apparently some pricey leggings that should not go in the dryer.  And, Reader.  I put them in the dryer.
5. The literal nerve of me.  I was supposed to just “know” this.  Or maybe I was expected to wait for a couple of days until child sauntered back home? And got around to finishing his/her load of laundry? I cannot be certain.
6. I don’t have time for this drama in my life.  It is easier for me to wash all the clothes.  I wash my hands of it.
7. Interestingly enough, I am still putting lots of things in dryer, but no longer suffering wrath.
8. I know.  None of it makes sense.

Let’s move on.

I snapped this photo of Charlie this morning after our walk to check on cows.  She was exhausted and I enjoyed her pose.

I like her.  A lot.

You know, I think I am turning into an “animal lover” type person.  I mentioned this David and he replied:  “Ya think?”

It is such a happy occasion for me to come home.  And I call out in a ridiculous and loving voice to the dogs and cats and cows, and now Hazel, who bring me such joy.  I haven’t always been this way.  Not sure what changed.

Today I went to town to pick up the boys.  I had no other reason to go to town other than to pick up the boys.  But I managed to go to Costco and spend many dollars.  And then I decided to go to Tractor Supply.

And, oh!  Tractor Supply!

This is a fun store, friends.

I left with a new bucket feeder bottle type dealie for Hazel, more milk replacer, and eight chicks.   Oh, and chick starter.

Was I planning on buying chicks?

No.

Do I have time to raise chicks?

No.

And now my main purpose in life is going to be keeping Charlie and the puppy brothers from eating my new chick friends.

I am also preparing to incubate eggs virtually with my first graders, so I am doing super normal things like meeting my egg dealer in a parking lot for some poop-covered fertilized eggs.

Mom:  Why don’t you just buy eggs from the store?

Me:  They need to be fertilized, Ma.

Mom:  I will never understand how that works.

Me:  I know.

Kate was invited to play in an All-Star basketball game with seniors from all over the area.

So that was excitement overload.  The game was far, far away.  David and I, David’s parents, Hadley, and both the girls’ male suitors joined us.  My parents stayed in town to get the Dudes to their basketball game which was at the exact same time.

Thanks, Ma!  Thanks, Pa!

After the game, we decided to try and find a place to eat.  We were in two cars and I was driving the lead car.

Let the records show:  everyone hates when I drive because I won’t speed.

Let the records show:  I care not.

We stopped at many restaurants only to find out they were closed or their dining room was closed.

Stinkin’ ‘Rona.

Finally, we pull into a McDonald’s.  Only to find out the lobby is closed.  The teens, who were driving in the second car and didn’t exactly know why we kept pulling up to restaurants only to leave, had enough of our nonsense and ran up to our car.

Kate:  What in the chicken nugs is going on?

We shared a laugh and it will now be my new saying.

You will be relieved to hear we finally found a pizza place and ate the best pizza the world has ever known.

De.

Lish.

Us.

Everyday, I check with anticipation and excitement to see if Matilda, or any of my other cow friends, has pushed out a new friend for me to marvel at and enjoy.

Alas.  No one has.

Oh!  Spring came today!  And we weren’t even planning on it!

Just kidding.  This is fake spring.

We will surely get snow again.

Should we discuss my stupid knee?

Sure.  Let’s discuss my stupid knee.

Backstory-7 surgeries.  On one knee.

Current story:  tripped at work and hurt it again.  On February the 3rd.

Had to see a doctor and go to physical therapy and then an MRI was ordered.  And there are probably new tears but they cannot be certain because I have so much going on in that knee and it is hard to see what’s what.

So, I am being referred to an orthopedic surgeon.  And he cannot see me until April 5th.  More than two months after my trip and fall.

And I am so tired of this knee.  And now when I go to physical therapy, all I hear is:

“Dude.  Your knee is messed up.  You just need a knee replacement.”

And I reply:  “Tell me something I don’t know.  But I thought I couldn’t get one until I was 55 years old.

And they counter back:  “You can’t.”

And I don’t know what to do with that information.  So, I am going to go and see the orthopedic surgeon on April 5th and I will calmly ask him:

“What in the chicken nugs is going on with this knee?”

Later, Dudes.