To whatever gods are messing with my little dysfunctional household, I give. I capitulate. You win. Full surrender. Why you say? This. Just this.
Yep, that’s the nefarious Abbie in a brand new cone of silence. Her and Stella got into it again and this time, Stella won. Wanna see her ‘stitches’? Sure you do!
Super cool metal surgical staples. Oh yeah, FrankenAbbie. Snort. At least this time the bill was only $113.00. Bargain, right? She’s fine. A bit upset about the whole cone thing of course, but she has antibiotics and pain meds and the world is all good.
Before all that happened, we managed to bring home 5 loads of dirt in the wee pickup. It looks like 2 more and we’ll be all done.
Hubby also made the first of the little cloches to keep my baby seedlings warm overnight. They are all out there now. Tucked in safe and warm for the night. Provided no Rattus Barbecuis come lurking.
And now, this will be me for the rest of evening. Drowning my sorrows if you will.
Screw you May Day, I’ve had just about enough of you. Bahahahahaha.