I'm on strike from eating in the cafeteria because the check-out lady
is a bitch made me open my plate the other day to ensure that I wasn't stealing an extra bite. Everybody knows what a thief I can be...gah. The devil will ice skate up to her debit card reader before she collects a dime of my money again. So there, Flossie. I gave you up for Lent. Rant over.
The weather is moderating a bit with less snow and more rain and almost-fifties which is a very good thing. Last year we had several accumulating snows in March but none before that. Let's hope we've had our turn for 2010. I've noticed goldfinches on my thistle socks and a robin or two hopping around. No blooms yet, but they will come. March is the month when the cattle will be sold. I told Bubba I wanted to take one last tour in his truck with a camera before he loads 'em out. It will be a very odd silence without some bessies mooing in the background. Cows are ornery, ya'll. I thought he was gonna have a heart attack over those calves jumping through fences last spring to get to the green stuff.
BG has had a bad case of strep and has been home for a couple of days recovering and cooking my supper which is something I could totally get used to. Oh, and she cleans too. She's the one who has taught ME to organize things and reduce clutter. BF paid off the washer for us and feeds the ornery old horse who will soon be moving across the road to the dairy barn. Pride turns his butt to the face of anybody who approaches him except for Johnboy.
If anyone needs me I'll be in the bed for about 32 hours. Leave a message at the beep.