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"Disobedient to parents! Disobedient to parents! Disobedient to parents!"~Pr. B.
We laugh but it's *SO* true...
Now that I've been all wise and sageful... Monday night no one could find Guvment (our pet turkey) so we (or should I say *they* because I was dead to the world at 9:45) went to bed and hoped for the best. When I went ou thte next morning, he was sitting outside being Guvment. Totally intact and exceedingly loud. I still don' tunderstand how he can still be alive! He's like three years old! He'll need a funeral *someday* but if this goes on...6_9
Recently I dreampt that my beloved rabbits were evolving back into these fuzzy mouse-like creatures. Perhaps due to the fact that I've been attending Pastor Latzke's study on Creation verses Evolution. We have been taught that things don't become more advanced over time, but instead degenerate. Thus I had the odd idea that my daaaling rabbits would begin to "evolve" backwards. It might also be due to an email from Mrs. H. telling us of Stephen's doings in England. Including "trodding on Darwin's grave". FUN and evoking thoughts of evolution...
Tuesday morning there was a mouse in one of the rabbit food bins. How many times do I need to tell them?!?!?!?! Don't *EVER* leave it open!!! *AND* don't let the crazed pigs get near it! Greg!!!! (a poor innocent "Argg!" twisted by speel cheque)
Why is it that lifting a cheese block the size of a small wastebasket out of the fridge every day doesn't phase us? One time we had guests over and they were genuinely shocked when I thumped it onto the counter. I mean...doesn't every family have one? We are also very uncivilized in the milk department. It appears that "normal" peeple leave the milk jug in the kitchen and only keep a cute little pitcher of water on the table! Weird... We regularly equip our table with 8 place settings, complete with ceramic COFFEE mugs. Why don't we use plastic kiddy cups or even drinking glasses? Because (to qoute Cecilia) "They're tippy!" Even as it is, with our heavy-bottomed mugs, we regularly spill whole mugs of milk on the table, chairs, and carpet. Carpet. Ack! Don't get me started! (Oops too late...) *WHY* do we still have carpet in our dining room?!?!? Becaaause the floor sander peeple can' t seem to handle keeping appointments!!! Oh yes... Milk jugs. So we keep them on the table and drink and spill it to our hearts' content. Even though milk has become so expensive!
I can carry five gallons of milk (in one gallon jugs) at a time. (It would be six but I need a couple free fingers to open doors.) This skill comes in very handy about once a week when we get our seven gallons from ths grocery. Peeple think we should get a cow. Ack! NO! We only have 10 acres. Yes, I realize that most peeple only have .5 acre yards at the most. I wish we had like 80 acres... That would be so awesome! Or even peeptastic!
This spring we planted like 300 trees on our property. So about two months ago Dad proposed that we start saving milk jugs in order to set up little water drippers next to all the trees. Nice idea. NOT attractive. He was going to ask our friends to save their jugs too. <sigh> Luckily that plot was stopped in it's tracks by Elastamom!
I hate the words "Grand Champion". Bleck! I stayed for open judging for sewing this morning. The judge actually liked my zipper (all twenty two inches of it [which was the only part I was worried about]) but she said I could have done a topstitched hem instead of a machine blind stitched hem! Ack! Ack! Ack! And she said that I'm supposed to finish the seams with zigzag stitches or something. Doesn't she know that doing so would make doing the seams harder and could very well create visible lumps??!?!?!?!? Apparently it's in the requirements to do so. Where are these elusive requirements? I never saw them... I got a blue ribbon but my project *might* have done better after I left. I don't really care though...
Today we got Dad a shirt at the mall that says "WWMD What Would Macgyver DO?" Isn't that a hoot? Also very scandalous to all those "WWJD" peeple. Woot! I put it in a small box, covered the box with duct tape, tied wire around it, and stuck two matches in the wire at the top for good measure. So fun...
I could write a whole other page on Milk and jugs but my cake is calling my name...
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