So yes, those of you who guessed, guessed correctly. Nance and Rick have come to visit!
I spent most of yesterday doing last-minute cleaning, and when I was cleaning the bathroom, I noticed there was a bit of mildew on the bottom of the shower curtains. So I took them down, tossed them in the washer, and then when they were done washing, I put them in the dryer.
Now, I put my shower curtains in the dryer for about ten minutes on air dry every time I wash them (which is every couple of months) just to get them mostly dry, and it’s always been fine. The problem this time is that I forgot to turn the heat selector to “no heat”, and so ten minutes later when I went to take them out of the dryer, one of the curtains had melted to the heat element of the dryer.
Which meant I had to spend twenty minutes scraping melted plastic off the heat element. Thank GOD the plastic scraped off just fine, because I wasn’t looking forward to the phone call with Fred wherein I explained to him that I’d broken the dryer and we needed a new one.
I ran to Wal-Mart, hoping that they’d have decent shower curtains, and to my surprise, they did!
(On a side note, I had the previous shower curtains for almost two years, and they were cheap $10 curtains that I ran through the washer every few months. That was a pretty good investment, I’d say!)
(On another side note, I have to have two shower curtains for the shower ’cause it’s a wrap-around rod, and a single shower curtain isn’t wide enough.)
When Fred got home, he decided that it was time to send a few rooster to Freezer Camp. I hadn’t realized it, but we had way too many roosters for the number of hens we have. He’d been talking about dispatching a few roosters to the great chicken coop in the sky for a few days, but it wasn’t until I opened the coop yesterday to check for eggs and saw a young Buff Orpington with half the feathers on her back missing that I realized just how bad the girls were getting it.
Fred went out to the chicken yard to catch some roosters, and I started making chicken pot pie for dinner (it’s the cirrrrrrrrrrrrrcle of life), then he asked me to come out and give him a hand with the catching of the roosters. He’d caught one, but was having issues with catching the other two. The good part about having the chickens in the back forty is that they have room to roam. The bad part is that it’s a big field and when a rooster doesn’t want to get caught, he’s got plenty of room to run from you.
DAMNIT.
Ultimately (I won’t give you the blow-by-blow), I convinced him to go get his fishing net, sure that I could just swoop it down over the rooster and the rooster would be caught and all would be well. It didn’t happen like that (chickens are mighty fucking fast when they want to be), so Fred got to work with his .22 (that’s a rifle-looking gun, if you’re as clueless as I am – when Fred said he was going to get the .22, I expected him to come out with a handgun.) Truthfully, he’s handier with a rifle than either of us thought he would be, and soon enough he had his two roosters to process, and I came back inside to get going on dinner.
After spending half an hour chasing roosters around the back forty, I was way behind on making dinner, so I just got the chicken pot pie filling to the point where it was ready to go into the pie plate, then froze it (we’ll have it for dinner one night next week) and we had cereal for dinner.
Intermittently through the day, I harassed Nance about where she and Rick were, and right around 9:00 they pulled into the driveway. We sat around and talked for a while, and then we went to bed.
This morning, Nance and I gossiped some more and I don’t know what the plans are for the day, but I do believe at some point there’ll be some video podcasts made.
Which begs the question from me to y’all – any questions you want answered, topics you’d like addressed? You know how we adore being idiots, so let me hear it!
I don’t know how he does it, but Spanky gets water all over his face every time he drinks. Hopefully he manages to get SOME of it in his mouth.
Previously
2008: Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted? A. Miz Poo!
2007: “Yeah, it’s really fleein’ the interview,” Fred said.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: You suppose they’d mind if I went over after dark and pressed my face up against the window to see what’s going on?
2003: Maybe I should go for the dreadlocks look…
2002: Any resemblance to persons living or dead are completely coincidental. I don’t fart.
2001: every Mulvaney shat gold upon command three times a day.
2000: Here at casa bitchypoo, we believe in extremely lazy Sundays.