Sucker...

I’ve been blowing and going for weeks now.  Jeepin, camping, baseball, adopting two new dogs, taking my dreads out, yada yada yada you name it and I’m friggin tired.  I’m also experiencing a writer’s block so I am warning you and apologizing in advance that this blog will probably suck.
Apparently we still had plenty of love leftover for two more four-legged additions to our family even tho we were already caring for two dogs, two cats, five chickens, and a lone remaining guinea. Yep, we were easy prey for the two absolutely adorable canines who won us over at a Jeep event.  I knew it was over when Jen said oh isn’t this one cute and I said oh look at this one.  The shelter told us their stories about how they had both been abandoned twice and how the next time they ended up in the shelter they would be euthanised so welcome to the family Sarge, a 40 lb boxer, blue heeler mix, and Bella, another 40 lb lab, pit mix.  We adore you already and can’t wait to figure out how to get a king size bed in our 10x12 room so we can all appreciate leaving the queen size bed which all six of you somehow find a way to squeeze onto nightly. I told Jen we might as well invite the chickens in too cuz it couldn’t be any worse.  This morning I woke up trying to figure out how Jen had ended up with my blanket and me hers. Finding covers amidst six animals on a queen size bed is challenging to say the least.
So my dreads are gone.  They weren’t doing what I wanted them to and felt like more of a novelty than pretty so my not-so-gentle wife combed them out over the course of seven hours in two days. Imagine your worst enemy getting the opportunity to pull out every hair on your head and that would be a blessing compared to this fevered woman ripping out the knots on my head that she despises that have been locked in there for over a year. I lost half my hair and my scalp still hurts but at least I didn’t have to cut them out and now my hair feels pretty again and is longer than it’s been since high school.  Wowsa.

It’s getting closer to the cow coming.  Six months from now and we will go pick him out to fatten him up for a year before we butcher him to eat.  I must be getting more at peace with it cuz I wrote that last line with only a little grimace.  Come on Ribeye, we’re waiting for you.

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