The Lumberjack's Wife

Oh my goodness, it has been awhile since I have blogged and I have many things to share.

A List.

1)  Sweet Pea turned 11.  I don’t know why, she just did.  I suggested that instead of turning from 10 to 11, she turned from 10 to 9, but she would hear none of it.

Here she is with her birthday buddy, Aunt Lisa.

Sweet Pea is very sweet indeed.  Here she is reading to Little Dude and her two cousins.

2)  When we get together for birthdays with the Maliblahblah side, we can’t just sit around and eat cake.

No.

We must do something . . . fantastic.  And crazy.  And dangerous.

This year’s event?

Broom hockey.

This was terrifying for me.

Question.  In every single movie where people are on a frozen lake, what happens?

Hmmm?

Hmmm?

The ice cracks and they perish.  The end.

Luckily, no ice cracked and there was no perishing.

Little Dude was feeling the world was full of injustice because, apparently, no one was passing to him enough.  So he has a few moments of solitude and despair on the ice.

He got over it.  Eventually.

Handsome Dude was a little stud on the ice.  He was running just like he was on the ground.  He was so awesome, he challenged everyone to a race.

He beat everyone.   Even his dad.

And even Uncle Alex.

I am just thankful there were no concussions.

3.  Handsome Dude drew this picture for Sweet Pea.

Precious.

4.  The girls have been afraid to go into the horse pasture for awhile now.  I am not sure how it all started, but they hadn’t really paid much attention to the two horses for awhile.  David and I were starting to think it was ridiculous that we were paying so much money to feed the horses and no one would even pay attention to them.

So, over Christmas break, I M-A-D-E them go and brush the horses.

Ain’t gonna lie, folks.  There was weeping and gnashing of teeth.  But I still made them do it, and the next thing I knew, this is what I saw:

Later, I asked them how it went.  They were so cute.  They said they sang a praise song with the words, “If God is for us, who can be against us?” before going in and . . .

“Mom!  It totally worked!  The horses weren’t mean to us!”

Miracles happen everyday, people.

5.  I took the girls to the Rock and Worship Roadshow.

This was their first concert experience and they were definitely wowed.  They really liked Third Day, but their favorite part was meeting Elizabeth Nelson from Positive Life Radio.

6.  I have had some trouble recently getting out the door on time.

Recently?  Oh, wait.

That’s all the time.

But, anyways.  Little Dude is always the slowest.  He has a hard time getting himself ready in a timely fashion.  Well, last Monday, he was ready.  I mean, it was beautiful.

Shoes and socks on.

Teeth brushed.

Coat on AND zipped.

Backpack on.

It was definitely a first.  And then, THEN, his brother decided to spray silly string all over him.

?

Because . . .

?

I don’t know.  It was not good.  We were late.  I was cranky.  Silly string was everywhere.  Not good.

Later on that week, we were trying to get to town.  I sent Sweet Pea out to get the eggs, and she forgot to shut the coop door.  So all the hens were having a field day.

Does this surprise us?

No.  No, it does not.

So, instead of leaving, we are all chasing hens and hoping to get them all back to safety.

And then HANDSOME DUDE (are we sensing a pattern here, hmmm?  HMMMM?) decided to use a net and got a hen stuck in the net.

“Hello?  Yes, this is Taylor and I am going to be all late and inconsiderate because we have to save the life of hen who is trapped in a net.  My apologies.”

Sweet Pea got right to work trying to free the hen, but it was too tight and we had to cut the net.

Sorry, David!

Check out Sweet Pea.  She even has her purse with her.  I told you we were on our way out the door!

No hens were harmed during the making of this tragic afternoon.

Alright.  That’s all I got.

Later, dudes.

We have been busy celebrating Christmas. I didn’t take many photographs, but I have a few to share with you.
Last Sunday, we celebrated Christmas with my side of the family. It was a bit early, but it was the only day we could get together with my brother’s family. Sadly, Sister Meagan could not make it home for Christmas this year.
Remember Sister Meagan?

Boo to a Christmas sans Meagan.  We shall see her in a month or so, though.

Anyways.  We had a lovely time at my parents’ house.  They made a delicious lasagna dinner and a good time was had by all.

Here is a cute shot of Daisy Mae and her cousin wearing their new Nike (ooh-la-la) sweatshirts.

Yes.  That would be Little Dude’s hands giving his cousin “antlers.”  He is so helpful like that.

David was in charge of disposing of the wrapping paper and boxes.

He took the job quite seriously.

***

Christmas Eve.

Every year for Christmas Eve, we do the same thing.  We go to church, and then we spend the evening with David’s side of the family.  We exchange gifts and we have a White Elephant gift exchange.

In all the years we have been married, I do not believe David has had Christmas Eve off, unless it fell on a weekend.  This year, for the first time ever, he had it off.  David does not handle “days off” very well.  Around 10am, he asked me if I minded if he went and worked on the log splitter.  I was shocked he made until 10am.

Yes!  We have a log splitter.  It works for about 2 hours, then David spends 2 weeks repairing it.  Then he will use it for about 2 hours, and then spend another 2 weeks repairing it.  It is a vicious game.  And I believe the log splitter is winning.

Around 11, he asked me if I minded if he went to town and got parts for said log splitter.  This is not shocking.  We spend all our monies on livestock feed and auto/machine parts.  We enjoy it, apparently.  Sadly, the store did not have his parts so he was not going to be able to go to town.

About 10 minutes later, he comes and finds me yet again.

David:  Do you mind if I go and look at a pig feeder?

Me:  What happened to the one you made?

Yes.  He made one.  Spent an entire day.

See?

David:  They are spilling food out of it and wasting a bunch.  I think I need to buy this other one.

Me:  Ok, will you be back in time?

David:  Yes.

Handsome Dude:  Can I go with you?

David:  No.  This guys sounds shady.

Me:  What?!  Can you please not be a Christmas Eve Craigslist Fatality?

Handsome Dude:  Please can I go?  PLEASE?

Me:  If YOUR DAD says it isn’t safe, then it is definitely not safe.

So.  Off David went to buy a pig feeder.  From a shady guy.  On Christmas Eve.  While he was gone, I was in charge of coming up with 6 white elephant gifts.  Since David was not there to protest, Daisy Mae and I came up with an epic gift.

David hates this picture.  His siblings think it is hilarious, so they printed out a copy and put it on the “brag board” of the sportsman’s store.  David takes it down, someone else finds it again and puts it back up.  It is a lovely tradition.

I had the photo and kept it hidden away.

For such a time as this.

Daisy Mae found the perfect frame and we wrapped it up.  We find ourselves to be hilarious.

I am happy to report that David survived the shady Craigslist exchange and he somehow was able to talk to the guy down on his price.  Shady guy wanted $200.  David paid $50.  Not sure how he worked that out.  It was a Festivus Miracle!

Say hello to our new pig feeder.

Not ridiculous at all.

Shore is purty, ain’t it?  And if you look closey, the word “DEAL” is written on it.  So, there you go.

We went and participated in our Christmas Eve festivities.  The purple glitter photo of David was a hit, but I was a nice wife and stole it back so it didn’t end up on a “brag board” again.

***

On Christmas Day, we were home in the morning and opened our gifts.  Here are some shots of the kids.

David did NOT get me anything off of Craigslist for Christmas.  He was just messing with me and was making it all up.

David for the win!

He had my mom help him pick out some new clothes for me at my favorite store and I love them all.

And I am really glad I didn’t get a Christmas goat.

Hope you all had a Merry Christmas!

Little Dude.

Dude is a bright boy.  He is kicking Kindergarten’s heiny.  However, there a few, oddities about him.

For one, the boy cannot dress himself worth beans.

Bet you wouldn’t believe me when I tell you that same boy can read and do math at more than a grade level ahead of his peers.

Yup.  His future is bright!

Little Dude just got out of the shower.  It is past noon on a Saturday and it just finally happened.  Oh sure, I have been asking him since about 10am (don’t judge me.  It’s the first day of Christmas break, people!).  Little Dude keeps “disappearing.”  I forget that I asked him to get showered, and he goes and hides upstairs and plays Hot Wheels.

Well-played, Little Dude.  Well-played.

Finally, around 11:45, I put on my Mean Mom Pants and yelled calmly asked him to get INTO THE SHOWER.  And he did.  And he sang and danced and had a grand old time.

Now, the problem becomes getting him OUT of the shower.  But I digress.

He finally shuts the shower off, but he spends another 10 minutes using his towel to mop up all the water inside the shower.  We do not require this of him, nor do we wish him to do this.

Yet do it, he does.  Every. Single. Day.

It’s just part of the magic that makes Little Dude who he is.

After he has thoroughly dried the shower, he comes out buck naked.  No towel in sight.  He begins to have a conversation with me about Hot Wheels, all while I am calmly repeating:

“Please put underwear on.”

This is the same child who will flip out if anyone goes in the family changing room with him after he has gotten out of the pool.

While Little Dude is all naked and chatting with me, I notice his hair was not washed during his 20 minute shower/song/dance time.  I know this, because it is dry and still has that lovely boy bedhead look.

Me:  Dude.  You didn’t wash your hair.

LD:  I didn’t?

Me (obviously no longer caring about the unclean hair):  Can you please put on underwear?

Little Dude looks down at his private areas.

LD:  Right!

And off he runs.  To hide behind the couch with his brother and play “Surprise Mom.” Still naked.

My parenting skills are clearly to be envied.

***

Every day when we come home from school, we look for Heffie.

Heffie was once our horse, but she was bullied by her fellow equine cohorts, so we gave her to our neighbor.  It is fun for us to see her whenever we want.

We also see this:

The turkeys have a meet and greet every afternoon around 3pm before flying up into the trees to roost.

Fun Fact:  I don’t really know what the word “roost” means and I do not believe I used it correctly in a sentence.

I care not.

***

Here’s an interesting convo between David and I.  It happened just last night.

Me:  We don’t have to go to town tomorrow, do we?

David:  Maybe.  I kind of need to deal with your Christmas present.

(Deal!  Ha.  Gift giving stresses him out.  He about threw a party when I told him we didn’t have to do stocking stuffers for each other this year.  But, I digress.)

Me:  Ok.   When will you know?

David:  I am waiting on a call from a guy.  If I get a call, I have to go.  If not, I won’t.

Hmmm.  I have a strange feeling my present isn’t coming from a mall.

Sounds a bit “Craigslist-y” to me.

What on EARTH could he be getting me from Craigslist?  I asked for some clothing items and a crockpot.

He’s probably getting me a goat or something.  And I’ll have to help build the fence.

I kid!  I jest!

But, seriously.  I’m scared.

***

I cannot believe how close Christmas is.  The kids just finished school yesterday before the break.  I was in the office at the end of the day when they called in a little girl.  She doesn’t have a winter coat, so one of the teachers bought her one and wrapped it all up.  The present said  To_________ From Santa.

I wish you could have seen the look on that little first grader’s face when she excitedly walked to the school bus with her present.  She was so happy!  It made me tear up a bit.  I enjoy hearing stories about people doing kind things for others, and it was great to witness one.

I love all the teachers and staff at my kids’ school.  They truly care about the kids and do such a great job.

Do you have a fun Christmas memory to share?  I’d love to hear it.

Merry Christmas!

Would you like to know the best part of being a substitute teacher?

There are some days when you are not needed.  It is like a pleasant surprise.  Like, “Surprise!  We will take your kids AND you can have FREE time!”

Well, thank you, school.

Last Monday, I went to the M-A-L-L.

All.

By.

My.

Self.

It was incredible.  So incredible, in fact, that last Wednesday when they did not need me, I went to a different mall.  Two malls in one week!?  Get out of town!  That’s more mall action than I have seen in the past year.

I was not needed today as well, but spent the day scrubbing the bathrooms.  Not everyday can be full of glamor and glitz and mall-frolicking.

So, I was scrubbing the toilets, and enjoying every minute of it.  We have an iron problem.  And, as a result of this, I have an orange-y ring in my toilet.

Yes.  I am now one of those people.

I can get the iron stains out of the bowl where the water sits, but above the water line sits a nasty orange ring.  It is totally bugging me.

I had a brilliant idea.  I decided to add more water to the toilet so I could add my special Iron Out stuff to it and soak the line.

Are you following this?  Don’t you care about my toilet ring?  Please stay with me.

I was afraid I would do something devastating to the toilet by adding extra water.

Is it possible to add too much water?  Will I break it?  Toilets can certainly accommodate other *ahem* liquids being added to them . . . certainly more water would be ok, right?

I decided to call my husband at work to ask him if my plan would work.  Because David loves it when Teller calls him at work with toilet questions.

I learned something new today from my husband, folks.  And I want to know how many of you already knew this fun tidibit.

You can’t add water to a toilet.  It will just drain down.  The toilet will not let you do it.

I did not believe him, so I did it anyways.  He was right.  Like a fool, I kept pouring water into the toilet.  And the toilet kept foiling my plans.

So.  That was my day.  I am now waging a war against my toilet bowl ring.  And I am losing.

Taylor’s blog.  Where you come to read about toilets.

***

Carl the Elf has been entertaining the children.  I pick the laziest easiest options I can think of and BAM! Mom of the Year.

Here he is toilet papering our tree

Look at the right side of the tree.  Do you see the one picture ornament?  I used to have about 12 and I only found one of Little Dude.  So he is the only one with a picture on the tree.  Because I treat my children fairly and equally and no one will have issues later in life.

Carl also had fun with a box of Rice Krispies.

And he colored.

He’s a busy guy.

David was the first one in the family to play Elf on the Shelf.  And I have photographic proof.

Here are some pictures of his work from 2011.

Peach walls!  *shudder*

Safety first!

Happy Wednesday!

PS-I want to know who already knew that toilets flush extra water down.

Be honest.

The astute reader might recall that once upon a time we had anywhere from 30-120 rabbits.  Because, have you heard?

We are completely  normal.

Anyways.  David F-I-N-A-L-L-Y decided we would be done with rabbits.  This was mostly due to the fact that what his heart really desires is pigs and he did not feel like building yet another fence.  So, he decided we would be done with the rabbits and move on to pigs.

Rabbits are burrowers, my friends.  And this makes them nearly impossible to catch.  We thought we had gotten them all, but alas, we did not.

So, we now have rabbits and pigs living together in harmony.

To be honest, I am fairly surprised the pigs have not eaten their rabbit companions yet.  Have you met pigs?  They are not caring souls.

Can you see the rabbit in the picture?  Allow me to help you.

See?  Rabbit.

Look at Taylor with her big-girl-photo-editing-pants on!

Anyways.  I think there are about 8 rabbits still out there.

Oh, well.  What can you do?

***

So, we have this car.  It’s an Envoy.  We bought it in September-ish.  And it is great and all, but you can’t lock it.

Why?  I don’t know.  But if you do, none of the four keys we received with said car will open it.

Annoying.

We already spent $100 to have a locksmith come and open it once.  David paid someone to make some new key that was apparently supposed to solve all of our problems.

And it did not work.

So, we have been happily living our lives not locking our doors.  We like to live on the edge.

But last night, a child, who shall remain nameless, locked the doors.

Just locked them.

It was about 2, maybe 3 degrees today, but my handsome husband went out there and worked on it for about an hour.

As you can probably tell, I am standing in the warm and cozy house taking a picture.  This is why you get married, girls.  This is why.

Anywho.  He did it!  And we will just not ask him how he knows how to break into cars.  These things are better left as mysteries.

***

Don’t judge me, but I am totally doing this now:

Elf on the Shelf.  I don’t really understand what it is all about, but we are just excited to see what adventures or mischief our elf, who we named Carl, of course, got into each night.

He highlighted Luke 2:11 last night.

Raise your hand if you think I will fail miserably and forget to do this everyday.

Mmm-hmmm.

The kids were ecstatic.

Tonight he is going to toilet paper our Christmas tree.  And after that I am out of ideas.

Wish me luck!

I am a terrible blogger now.  I am going to be a good girl and blog tonight, even though I don’t have much to say.

Put on your party pants!

Handsome Dude has been hard to understand, per usual.  You may recall the “made me sausage” phrase of yesteryear.  Which was basically just what he said whenever he didn’t want to eat something . . . that it made him sausage.

You may ask, “Taylor!  What is the point of this ‘sausage’ story?!”

There is a point.

Handsome Dude still isn’t making any sense.  His teacher at school is pregnant.  She is in her first trimester.

And now, without further ado, I present to you:  An After School Convo.

(Fun fact!  Handsome Dude is now missing, like, all of the essential front teeth for making clear sounds.  Making him communicate all the more clearly.)

Me:  How was school, bud?

HD:  Not good.  We had to be quiet at the end of the day.  My teacher was nervous.

Me:  Nervous?

HD:  Yeah.  The baby makes her nervous.  We just had be quiet.

Me:  What?  Why was she nervous?

HD:  I don’t know.  I fink she just was.

(Fink=think.  Please.  Try to keep up.)

After careful deliberation, I believe his teacher was NAUSEOUS.

What say you?

We had some sad news tonight.  David, my ever brilliant and tactful husband, just randomly announced that he found two of our cute baby kittens dead today.

Yup.

Dead.

David.  The bearer of joyful information at the dinner table.

Apparently they fell in between some hay and were trapped.  It makes us sad, but have you read this blog?

Our property is where animals go to die.  So it was bound to happen.

Handsome Dude got extremely upset and ran downstairs.  David tried to talk to him, but he would only speak to me.  His mother.

Moms for the win!

HD:  Mom.  *sob* I fink *sob* we need to sell all the cats on our property.  I don’t want them anymore.

Me:  Buddy, you love the cats.  You don’t want to sell them.

HD:  Yes, I do.  *sob*  First Peter dies (Peter was our cat.  He died.  Obviously.), and now the two baby kitties.  That’s FREE (three.  keep up.  he has no teeth, people) dead cats.

Me:  I know.

HD:  Since there are free (three) dead cats, I am going to hate all cats for free (three) days.

Me:  You are not making any sense.

HD:  I will hate cats for three days.

Me:  Ok.

That boy.  Keeps us on our toes.

David decided to cut his own hair the other day.  Why?  Because he is stubborn and chose to do so.  But anyways, I noticed he gave himself a tail.

I was uncertain was to whether or not he wanted a tail.  I mean, you never know.  So, I mention it.  I even take this picture with my phone to prove it to him.

He doesn’t believe me.  He keeps the tail.  Because he is a slave to the current fashion trends.

So I gave up and let him have his tail.

At Thanksgiving, his brother notices his tail and brotherly mockery ensued.  The next morning, David re-cut his hair.  Apparently, Alex has way more power in my marriage than I do.

So, there’s that.

Oh!  We put up our tree!

My mom gave us one of her artificial trees this year.  I never though I would have a fake tree, but we just have a hard time actually getting a live tree.

You all remember the ill-fated Christmas Tree Hunt of 2011, yes?

The best part was my girls set the entire thing up (not decorated, just assembled the tree) while I finished painting.

And would you like to know what I was painting, good reader?

THE LAST PEACH ROOM!  HOLLA!

My house is now 100% rid of peach.

Seriously.  Glorious news.

Aren’t my girls helpful?  When I was all done painting, we decorated the tree.  It turned out pretty nicely.

I also made my own Christmas signs this year, inspired by some ideas on Pinterest of course.  They aren’t stellar by any means, but I think they are cute.  I just did them free hand.

I used chalkboard markers.  They were easy to write with and I can just wash the phrase off and change the signs after Christmas.

Brilliant!

We went to our town’s annual Christmas lighting ceremony a few days ago.  We were all able to look somewhat decent for a photo.

It isn’t Christmas card worthy, but it is cute nonetheless.

That reminds me.  I still need to figure out a Christmas card photo.

Oh, joy!

The girls and I volunteered today at an event my mom was organizing.

Daisy Mae and I, collecting the money like pros.

Sweet Pea, setting up the cookie decorating station.

Alright.  I have just been informed that Daisy Mae is throwing up.

Taylor out!

David’s hands.

They are rotting.  They do this every winter.  Did you know that hands can smell like rotting flesh?  Do you even know what rotting flesh smells like?

I do.  And it smells like David’s “winter hands.”

Sure.  He could be proactive in this situation and put products such as, but not limited to, lotion on his hands.  He has been an electrician for about 11 years.  He is aware of what will happen to his hands when he works outdoors during the winter.

But, alas.  Lotion is too “girly.”

And nothing smells manlier than the rotting flesh smell that is oozing from his cracked, weathered hands.

When the hands get really rank, I, the dutiful wife that I am, coat his hands of death with Vaseline and then stretch some of my mittens over the top of his hands.  He then sleeps with his greasy mitten hands.

And we all know that Vaseline/mitten hands is a way more manlier way to go then putting lotion on everyday.  Obviously.

***

Pigs!

We have them.  Ten of them, to be exact.  Because, have you met my husband?  He can’t do anything on a small scale.

Yesterday, David picked up the ten pigs.  They had to be picked up on Saturday because he was getting, and I quote, a “smokin’ deal.”  So the pigs traveled around town in the horse trailer and even got to go to the auto parts store, Wendy’s, and the basketball game.  As all pigs dream to do.

So, yay!  Pigs!

But, here’s the thing:  we aren’t exactly ready for pigs.  Sort of like we weren’t ready for chickens.

And so, the pigs are still sitting in the horse trailer in the driveway.  And David, who is miserably sick with a cold, is trying to get their living quarters ready.

I call it, “Pig-topia.”  Because, have you met me?

I am my husband’s complete opposite and was never meant to live this sort of life.

First, David put in posts for the pig shelter.

Do you see them back there?  There are 6 of them.  The astute reader might notice the rabbit houses and rabbit waterers in the photo.

Have you heard!?  We are doing away with the rabbits and remaking the rabbit pen into Pig-topia.

We had to add a thicker gauge of wire around the perimeter of the fence and we also had to hot wire the fence.

This was my idea.  Teller does not want to be chasing pigs again this winter.

And, also?  Teller is at the school subbing everyday now.  And Teller does not want to get a call from a neighbor regarding her pigs running amok.

And David calls Taylor, “Teller” sometimes.  Because he finds himself to be hilarious. Just an FYI.

David and Sweet Pea, fencing it up.

Handsome Dude, hammering it up.  Even though nothing needed to be hammered.

Now.  My husband, although odd with his rotting flesh hands and insatiable need to crowd my property with animals, is a rockstar.

He knows how to do everything.

Seriously.  Everything.

I think he is amazing.  Smelly hands and all.

Check out the above new pig feeding system he built.

I don’t even know how it works yet!

Yet, amazed am I.

I was helping my sickly husband well into the night.  I don’t even really help, but for some reason, I think it means a lot to him to know someone is out there with him.  So, I fetch screws for him.  And then he kindly tells me I brought him the wrong screws.  And off I go to try again.  Bless my heart.

I am a terrible builder-helper-person.  But he is not cranky with me.

I was dismissed into the house early so I could finish up laundry and start dinner.

And he is still out there.  Determined to finish it.

Happy Sunday!

A Tuesday Night List.

1)  David has not shaved in, like, forever.  I am thinking September-ish.  He feels that he should not have to shave until he has killed the buck of his dreams.  I feel he has lost his mind.

He’s looking pretty creepy, folks.  But, alas.  I have no photo to prove this.

He would not permit me to take his photo for the purpose of mocking his beard.

Imagine that.

2)  David is selling off all of our rabbits (darn) and remaking the rabbit yard into a pigpen (darn).

I will leave it to you, the astute reader, to determine which “darn” in the above sentence is meant to be sarcastic.

Would you like to know his plan for Saturday?  He is going to haul the horse trailer into town, purchase TEN pigs, load them into the trailer, and then go to our girls’ basketball game.

So, yes.  We will be the family at the ball game with TEN pigs waiting in the parking lot.

Completely normal.

3)  We came home from school the other day (cause that’s what we do now!  we OUTSOURCE school!) and found one of our new baby kittens just roaming free.

It was exciting for us.  We are lame like that.

4)  We also came home to a turkey invasion.

(our trampoline is having issues)

(there are turkeys behind the bulldozer)

(turkeys behind horses)

And, no.  We didn’t shoot any.  And, yes.  We know it is almost Thanksgiving.

5)  Horse update!  We gave Heffie (the solid brown horse, not pictured above) to our neighbor.  She had to put her horse down and was feeling a bit blue.  Our other two horses were biting and bullying Heffie, so we thought it would be best to give her a new home.

Heffie now lives down the road with her new friend, Shadow.  We stop and see her everyday when we come home from school.  She seems happier.

6)  Last week, we had snow!  It has since melted, but Handsome Dude and Daisy Mae made a snowman before it all disappeared.

Sorry the picture is blurry.  Daisy Mae was the photographer.  So we can blame her.

7)  Last Saturday night was date night!  Two kids went to David’s parents house overnight and two kids went to my parents’ house overnight.

It was all very exciting.  Until . . .

We arrived back home around 9:45pm from going out when we got a call from David’s mom.  Sweet Pea, for reasons yet to be determined, had broken out in hives.  They were covering her body and she was telling Grandma it hurt to swallow.

So, we all met at the Emergency Room around 11:30 pm and didn’t leave until about 1:30am.

She is fine and we have no idea what caused the hives.  Which is unsettling.

But she is fine and all is well.

Alright.  I am pooped.

Remember?  I work now.

Ha.

Happy Tuesday!