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Man, I hit the ground running this morning; thank god I need to update so I can sit on my ass for a little while!
I got up at 6:30 because Fred’s taken today and tomorrow off from work, and he wanted to run to Lowe’s and the Co-Op to get a bunch of stuff. Since I needed a couple of bird feeders, I wanted to go with him, and because the earlier you go to places like Lowe’s the less people there are, he wanted to get there right after 7:00.
On a side note, I needed a couple of bird feeders because the FUCKING SQUIRRELS figured out that they could chew the plastic hook off the top of the bird feeder that’s been hanging outside the computer room door for months now. I have no issues with squirrels eating out of the bird feeders – I know some people hate them, but I think they’re amusing to watch, especially when they hang upside down and cram as much in their faces as they can before they go scampering off. Anyway, they figured out that they could chew the plastic hook off the top of the (plastic) bird feeder and the bird feeder would fall to the ground, scattering seed and nuts everywhere, and they wouldn’t have to go to the trouble of hanging from their back feet to get to the food.
I didn’t realize, of course, that they’d chewed the plastic hook off the top; I thought there’d been an issue with too much weight on the feeder and the hook (or rather, the part where the hook goes through, really) had broken. So I went out to K-Mart (did you even know K-Mart still existed? I did not.) and bought another bird feeder of the same kind, and a different bird feeder that I thought was pretty, and that held more bird seed.
I hung the pretty feeder outside the computer room window and the plastic lantern-type (the exact same kind that had been hanging outside the computer room window) from the pecan tree out toward the back forty, and thought no more of it.
Until the next day when I looked out the window and saw that the goddamn squirrels had figured out how to get the top off the pretty bird feeder, which made it tilt to the side, spilling seed and nuts all over the goddamn ground. Even though there was a lock-type thingy on the top that should have made it impossible, apparently the country squirrels (now with more salt!) are Einsteins and little things like locks on the top of bird feeders don’t even slow the motherfuckers down.
And then I looked toward the pecan tree and saw that the lantern bird feeder I’d hung out there was laying on the ground and covered in cardinals, bluejays, and assorted other birds. When I went out to see what the fuck was going on, I found that the hook at the top of the feeder had been chewed off.
Goddamn squirrels.
So I needed to go to Lowe’s with Fred to get feeders that squirrels couldn’t get the top off of or chew the hook off of.
I got a couple of nice feeders, and as of two hours after I hung them up, they’re still in one piece.
After I filled and put up the bird feeders, I went around and cleaned out and refilled the bird baths and cat water bowl (when I run the water over by the garage, Newt loves to sit and watch the water trickle down the driveway. It’s apparently quite fascinating.), gathered up trash, emptied, cleaned, and refilled the litter box in the foster kitten room AND the litter box in the laundry room, carted all the dirty litter to the trash can, which I had to roll to the end of the driveway, it being trash day, and then back inside to clean up the kitchen, start some laundry, and then remember I’d locked Tommy in the foster kitten room (when I was coming out, he ran in and wouldn’t be shooed back out of the room so I yelled “Fine, motherfucker, you stay in there!” and shut the door) so had to go up and make sure no one was dead, shooed Tommy out of the room, and was just sitting down to check my email and start an entry when Fred called (he’d left earlier for a doctor appointment) and asked if I wanted to go to Nearville for breakfast.
The restaurant we went to apparently doesn’t serve breakfast during the week – it’s a buffet place – so we drove around for a little while until they opened for lunch, and had a yummy breakfast/ lunch at 10:45.
By the time we left half an hour later, we were the youngest people in the restaurant by about 150 years.
And now we’re home, and I’m sleepy because I had too many carbs, but I must not sleep because that motherfucker I’m married to went out and picked green beans last night.
And in three hours of snapping them last night, I only got a little over half of them snapped. So I’ve got to snap the rest, then can the fuckers.
The best part of this is knowing that he didn’t think we were going to have “enough” green beans canned, so he planted an entire second row of the goddamn things.
I made salsa for Fred last night – a bunch of tomatoes, three jalapenos, a huge onion, a couple of green peppers, fresh cilantro, all chopped and stirred together, salt, and a drizzle of lime. He pronounced it “very, very good”, but since I don’t like green peppers (or jalapenos, really) I’ll have to take his word for it. I did try some, but it was too hot for me. I said “If it weren’t for the peppers and cilantro, it’d be really good.” and he said “Then it would just be tomatoes and onion!” and I said “Exactly. That sounds heavenly.”
Maryanne has a hissy fit. Tommy does not care.
:sniff::sniff::sniff::SNIFF::SNIFF::SNIFF::
Spanky gets fresh with Tommy.
Tommy explains who the boss is. (Hint: it’s Tommy.)
Tommy does not care for the taste of fresh kitten in the morning.