As I read your post...I applied all of your comments to your current husband......and getting a second husband. Halarious......
Try it Lannie..........it's just funny as hell when you think about your comments and apply it to a second husband.
LMAO.........especially the comments regarding .....bigger this .....and ......bigger that ...and maybe he's tired of me yelling at "small appliances"........
Yeah....I am just so much fun...huh????
Yes, you ARE fun! I re-read my post with that alternative point of view and was laughing so hard, tears ran down my leg!
I wish those dang K-cups weren't taking over the world, though. There's this new coffee company that I'd like to use for my decaf flavored coffee, but all the good flavors (99% of her stock) is in those freaking K-cups! Who drinks just ONE cup of coffee, for crying out loud? We have a 12-cup drip coffeemaker and I drink all of the first pot except for the one cup Rich has (OK, Rich drinks just one cup), then I make a pot of decaf and drink most or all of that one, too. If I didn't drink so much coffee, I'd never be able to sit upright for more than 5 minutes.
And speaking of tired, OMG, I worked myself half to death yesterday. Rich was shopping all day, so I had to do morning and evening chores by myself. Normally, that's not such a big deal, but when I opened the chicken coop, I was ASTOUNDED at how dirty it was. The chickens are Rich's duty, and I haven't been checking his work, much to my chagrin. So I had to clean the coop out. This was after I forked about EIGHT HUNDRED POUNDS of crap out of the cow barn and hauled hay to everyone. OK, I'm exaggerating, it was probably only three hundred pounds of crap. I hate it when the girls spend the night inside...
Anyway, the spilled feed and litter (and poop) was so deep in the coop, I had to use the manure fork to get the hardened layer out, then the scoop shovel to get the dry stuff underneath. The nest boxes were full, so I had to scrape all the crap out of them, too, and put shavings in there. No wonder the chickens aren't laying eggs in there. I wouldn't, either, LOL! The bad news is I only got half the coop cleaned and re-bedded. I fell down taking out wheelbarrow #4 to the compost pile (I must have run into a snow-ball or frozen plop or something and the wheelbarrow stopped but I didn't), and my back was screaming (the inside of the coop is only 4 feet, so you have to be bent over in there) and my wrist hurt from using a pry-bar to chip all the accumulated crap off the TOPS of the next boxes... I was done. And I still had to go feed the ferals and sit out there with them until they finished, or the garage chickens will steal their food.
Then Rich got home from shopping and we had to unload the truck and put everything away. My back hurt so bad, it was like on fire, and I couldn't even carry the big pack of paper towels and two 4-pound bags of sugar, they were too heavy!
Luckily, Rich could carry them. He had a rough day, too, but he's used to pain. Me, not so much.
I had to take Advil TWICE yesterday afternoon, just so I could stand up and move my wrists (I bent them horribly when I tumbled over the wheelbarrow). But the long and the short of it is, I guess I'm going to have to take over the chicken duty from now on. Rich can feed them, I guess, but I'll have to do the daily maintenance, since he obviously has NOT been, for some time now. (Wow, that turned into a rant, didn't it? LOL! So what, one more chore every day, what's the big deal?) If it's done every day, it won't even be noticeable.
But today it's snowing. They changed our Winter Storm to a Winter Weather Advisory, and are saying only a couple inches of snow, but we already have a couple inches and it's supposed to snow all day, so we might still end up with six inches or more. I guess we'll see. At least it means I can take the day off and not have to go out and finish cleaning the coop. I'll have a day or three to recuperate before I bend my back again.
There really are days when I wish I was only 5 feet tall.
Meanwhile, the cats all want to go outside and I'm not letting them because of the weather. Even if I show them the snow (their eyes get big and they back up), they're back yowing at the door 5 minutes later. I can do anything, so I should be able to make the snow stop and the sun come out, RIGHT? Cats... At least Missy the Snow Dog is happy.