Last evening, I got the two posts for the chicken run up and plumb and ready to be tied in to the coop this evening. I also discoverd one of our Black Jersey Giant pullets out of the pen and trying to get back in. She wasnt' too accommodating to me helping her, but I was able to catch her. This morning, I let them out of their cage into the pen and before I was at work, Barb told me that two of them were again out of the pen! I need to expedite the coop completion!
On Sunday, my trusty framing nail gun developed a bad leak around the trigger. I ordered a replacement part from a local company and Jack picked it up, yesterday. I replaced the valve and my trusty friend is back on the line...just in time! I just bought a new case of nails and I figured that would result in a catastrophic failure under Murphy's Law.
Isn't it fun watching Weiner and the RATS flopping on the deck?
Oh ya!
It is always fun watching the RATS implode, but the story is entirely too tawdry even for me. I have been known to laugh at inappropriate things, but this is beyond the pale. LionsDaughter just made a comment about this making the congressman unpopular. I answered with, “Barney Frank. Bill Clinton.” The thing is a resume enhancer for the RATS!
I just ticked off hubby - big time. Today is his mother’s birthday. About a month ago, his sister asked if we could have the party here. No problem. I’d be honored to have the family, plus, they NEVER come to my house. In 35 years of marriage, this would be perhaps the third time anyone (except hubby’s mom) has set foot in my door. Yes, we’re invited to their house, but I’m never allowed to pitch in and do anything. If I start, I’m told to quit, that whatever is someone else’s responsibility or plan. So, I’m allowed to sit on the couch and watch TV while the activities swirl around me.
Well, a week ago hubby was told that the party had been moved to his sister’s house on the lake because “it was easier to get Mom there.” Patent lie. Mom comes here about once-a-week. She enjoys being here with us. The problem is me. I’ve never been accepted by the in-laws and I never will.
The thing that made hubby mad is that he called his sister to ask what time the festivities were. She said that his mom would be picked up by his sister soon and that we can come “whenever.” When I heard that, I told him, fine, you go when you’re ready. I’ll go about 12:30 or 1300, stay for an hour or so and then come home. I am not about to waste an entire day in a place where I’m hated. Good thing we have two cars.