And it is coming from a big hole in the roof! The two roofs (rooves?) are being made into one. Husband is finally well enough to get it done so he started on it today and will hopefully finish it tomorrow or the next day.
The biscuits and gravy we had this morning was really good. (If I do say so myself.) Too bad there were no left over biscuits or I would be having it for dinner.
Bethany had her spinning lesson today and C was saying she felt bad because not a lot got done with Bethany with spinning. I told her that with Bethany, the spinning is secondary to the attention she receives. The two of them could be sitting down coloring and she would be just as happy.
I typed out the blow-up between R and me through text messages and me telling her to get out now. I printed a copy and left it with S and R just in case. Everything was typed verbatim and is still saved in my phone. The ironic thing is the person she was looking for safety from is the person who helped her move out. Granted she had been bringing him here against our wishes and even had him at a drunken cook-out of hers. So, it's no wonder he helped her move. I am glad she is gone. She left behind a kitten, her chickens, and a whole bunch of garbage for us to clean up.
I picked up a couple dozen eggs from a local farmer so we could have sausage and cheese omlettes tomorrow. My mouth is watering at the prospect. (Either that or it is watering over the piece of chocolate that Husband just put in there.
Someday I may open my blog to the general public again. I am still bothered by the fact that I had to do this. But until the "ladies" over at psychomoms get a new target, I am keeping it invite only.
Time for bedtime routine here. Good night.