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amberfocusBesides having Quasimodo's eye this week, I also got to have Montazuma's stomach. Or curse. Or whatever. No, technically it was food poisoning from the one item of food I did not make from scratch myself this week and not from drinking bad water across the border. Seriously, the one thing. I think I am totally done buying anything premade from any supermarket deli ever again.
I do not know why I even bother to estimate when something might be done anymore. Because it never happens. Because life is being mean this year. Erm...aside from the weight loss, I mean. I'll keep that.
I am feeling better today. Enough to have made two loaves of bread which are currently rising on my counter top. And the garden starts are in the ground
and they might even make it if Queen will leave them alone.
I probably will have to put chicken wire around it to keep her out. She's like, ooh, look at all the pretty dirt, let's go dig in it. And then she flings things about and some stuff gets uprooted. And it makes me think things like this:
Only she's the best laying hen, so it will never happen, no matter how mad I get at her. She will have a long and happy retirement when she does stop laying, because she has earned it and most of the time she's my favorite. LOL And who are we kidding? I don't think I could ever do it unless we were starving.
Hopefully I will finish up You're What? soon, but I guess I won't make any estimates this time. Just hopefully this week.
I do not know why I even bother to estimate when something might be done anymore. Because it never happens. Because life is being mean this year. Erm...aside from the weight loss, I mean. I'll keep that.
I am feeling better today. Enough to have made two loaves of bread which are currently rising on my counter top. And the garden starts are in the ground
and they might even make it if Queen will leave them alone.
I probably will have to put chicken wire around it to keep her out. She's like, ooh, look at all the pretty dirt, let's go dig in it. And then she flings things about and some stuff gets uprooted. And it makes me think things like this:
Only she's the best laying hen, so it will never happen, no matter how mad I get at her. She will have a long and happy retirement when she does stop laying, because she has earned it and most of the time she's my favorite. LOL And who are we kidding? I don't think I could ever do it unless we were starving.
Hopefully I will finish up You're What? soon, but I guess I won't make any estimates this time. Just hopefully this week.
