No Drama Llamas

Taylor?  What’s it like trying to get a 14 year old boy up on the weekend to do some chores for his Pa?

Well.  You plead with him to wake up 4.2 billion times.  He finally does.  He makes it halfway down the stairs and collapses in exhaustion.

Look at cute kitty, Rio.  I love her.  She is so snuggly.

Last week, we had a “luau” for the first graders as sort of an end of the year party.  Before they came, I remembered that  David and I used to know a hula dance.

You may say, ‘Taylor?  Do you mean David, the man you are currently married to?  The guy who castrates calves and butchers pigs and only eats one piece of Extra brand Bubblegum flavored gum per day?  THAT David?”

Yes, Reader. The same.

When we were first married, we were in college together for we were both going to be teachers at that point in our life histories.  To fulfill a PE credit, we took a multicultural dance class together and learned all sorts of fun things, such as, but not limited to:  swing dance, the waltz, and square dancing.

Anyways.  I remembered something about a hula dance and I kept trying to come up with the name of it so I could quickly look it up and refresh my memory and teach it to the firsties.  I could not think of it!  I then had the audacity to text Mr. Electrician David to ask him if he remembered the name of the hula dance we learned together 20 years ago.

His response:  Houki Laou?

And that might be the most romantic thing to happen in this marriage.

He didn’t have the spelling right, but it was enough for me to remember and I taught 60 first graders the words and motions to “Huki Lau.”  And much joy and merriment was to be had.

After the luau, I went home and visited Hazey Baby and snapped this photo for the firsties.

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The girls decided it was time to unbox my wedding dress and try it on.

So, I present:

Kate in my wedding dress

and Hadley in my wedding dress.

And why on earth would I want such a poofy dress?

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We are out of ground beef.  Have been for awhile.  Apparently, Waylon the bull was all the rage.  David told me he wanted to butcher Maisy for hamburger since she had not calved since March of 2019.

Maisy is the cow that we always think is pregnant, yet never is.  We don’t think.

Anyways, I was all, “No way, Jose.”  Because I was terribly uncomfortable with butchering her when we really didn’t know if she was pregnant or not.  So, he agreed to wait.

Meanwhile, he went to an auction and bought a cow for ground beef.  On his way out, he ran into a vet and paid him to do a quick pregnancy check and that cow is also pregnant, so we are probably just going to have to send people to Costco for ground beef.

Also-look what we stumbled across yesterday:

Maisy with a newborn calf.  And the calf has a matching face!

More happier I could not be.

When we grow up, we hope to have a squeeze chute and pay a vet to come out and do pregnancy checks for us.

David and I were happily chewing gum yesterday when we decided to take a break from gum chewing and sip on coffee.

We oft need coffee in the afternoons on weekends.  We have a multitude of teens and their guests over and things can get dicey.

I would like David and I to have matching shirts that say:

The No Drama Llamas

Do you think he would wear it with me?  (He would not)

ANYWAYS.  We saved our gum-

And here is photographic proof of David’s peppermint that he sticks in his gum.  And isn’t weird that he won’t chew peppermint gum-only Extra Brand Bubblegum Flavor gum, but he adds peppermint flavoring to it when it loses its pizazz?

We saved our gum so we could enjoy it after our No Drama Llama Coffee because we are trying to be thrifty. We need to save our monies on gum so we can grow up and get a squeeze chute.

Happy Monday!