Or are you just happy to see me?
Makes no sense at all, I know. But there she is.
The last ride’s progress was equal to covering oneself in pig lard and rolling in a deep bedded stall. I’m behind on all volunteer work for my kids’ extracurriculars. A hen resides in one of the guest bathrooms.
On the mend after having half her skull picked out by her friend who suddenly went postal, she can’t go back to her flock. Things got ugly, postal chicken is dead, somehow I’m stuck with sweet Miss Chirpy healing her bloodied cauliflower indoors.
With visitors later in the week, this is extra stressful. It’s not acceptable living conditions. My sister is coming from Sweden – hopefully too jet lagged to really care much.
Tomorrow, Valiosa will be just as lovely as always again! We’ll just leave the Trot-Canter transitions alone for a day.