After waking up early to see my hubby off to work, I headed out for a 3.5 mile run (with some walking throw on the uphills of the last mile). When I finished, I was covered in sweat and decided it was the perfect opportunity to take out the trash. Typically that's Jay's job, but he hadn't gotten around to it and it desperately needed doing.
Having a hard time passing up that cookie or brownie this afternoon?
I loaded up the garbage from the kitchen (including my Pantry Purge bag o'junk) into the back of his Jeep, then tried to figure out how to get the outside trash can into the Jeep I gave up and just ended up putting the bags directly into the back. Although I did double bag the ones with maggots crawling all over them.
That's right, our trash usually ferments long enough outside to not only smell like a rotted corps, but to also have those slimy little worm-thingys crawling in and out of the bags.
Once that was all loaded up, I hauled myself up into the Jeep and fired it up. It only took a few moments to noticed that my rear end was soaked. Excellent. You see Jay had taken the sides off the Jeep about a week ago, and its rained several times since. I even noticed that the passenger seat is starting to get a white film on it. (Mold? Mildew? I didn't get close enough to see.)
After finishing at the dump, I headed to the Dunkin Donuts near my house.
Picture it - Tourist Town exit gas station. A young 30 something girl getting out of a jacket up Jeep. Her ass is soggy, her hair pulled back in a nubby, sweaty pony tail and she most likely reeks of rotten chicken carcass.
As I got out of the Jeep, I got hit on.
My hands feel like I'm covered in filth and a gas station attendant gives me that leer. "Nice Jeep."
If I hadn't already wanted to vomit, that would have cinched it for me.
The rest of the day I just hung out on my front porch swing, or inside napping. At one point I did finish my pantry purge and list making, but I figured I'd earned my day off with that 20 minute trip to
Yesterday my sister and BIL brought the Princess & Little Man to town. School is starting back soon, so they kids are having a week with the grandparents while their parents prepare for the first days of school. (They are both teachers.)
After dinner, we headed home for the main event of the weekend - watching a calf suck on the nipple of a bucket. Apparently she's not able to get milk from her mother, so my Papaw has to feed her every night.
Inez/Beautiful the donkey always seems to think that its food for her, and gets irritated when she doesn't get any. Last night we got a half loaf of bread and fed her after Papaw fed the calf, so she wouldn't feel left out. The Princess was loving it until the donkey slobbered on her!
Both the Princess and LM each got rides on the tractor before darkness fell and we had to call it a night.