Farmwithjunk
Super Member
My day off.....Yeah riiiiiiiiiiiiiight! The past week, and the 4 before that one too, were long and tiring. I was looking so forward to "sleeping in" 'till maybe 6AM this morning. (Animals to be fed. Can't get them to sleep in)
I stayed up a little later than usual last night. We went out and bought a new washer and dryer. Then we came home, hauled them in the house, hooked 'em up, and washed a couple loads of laundry. Tell me I'm not a wild party animal! A hip happinin' friday night is now doing laundry. PARTY ON!
Then I installed the software for my NEW DSL service. Sure is sweet after having only dial-up at home. Finally, bed-time at 11:30PM.
Fast forward to 2:45. "Wake up honey" as my wife shakes me from my sleep, ( once,long ago, that was a good sign) "someone's at the door". When you live at the end of a dead end road, 800' back from the road, that means someone is really wanting your attention. I go to the door. Imagine the shock and horror the poor woman experienced when I opened that door. (My 6'-4",280lb, boxers only wearin' self not quite aware that I'm not dressed for the occasion)
"Uhhh- excuse me......I think they're yours sir, ah.....your cows are out". Words you never like to hear, but even LESS at 2:45AM.
Well, now they're back in. The fence is sorta fixed (until daylight, when it gets REALLY fixed)
And now it's time to get up and go feed those blasted cows.
And how's your morning?
I stayed up a little later than usual last night. We went out and bought a new washer and dryer. Then we came home, hauled them in the house, hooked 'em up, and washed a couple loads of laundry. Tell me I'm not a wild party animal! A hip happinin' friday night is now doing laundry. PARTY ON!
Then I installed the software for my NEW DSL service. Sure is sweet after having only dial-up at home. Finally, bed-time at 11:30PM.
Fast forward to 2:45. "Wake up honey" as my wife shakes me from my sleep, ( once,long ago, that was a good sign) "someone's at the door". When you live at the end of a dead end road, 800' back from the road, that means someone is really wanting your attention. I go to the door. Imagine the shock and horror the poor woman experienced when I opened that door. (My 6'-4",280lb, boxers only wearin' self not quite aware that I'm not dressed for the occasion)
"Uhhh- excuse me......I think they're yours sir, ah.....your cows are out". Words you never like to hear, but even LESS at 2:45AM.
Well, now they're back in. The fence is sorta fixed (until daylight, when it gets REALLY fixed)
And now it's time to get up and go feed those blasted cows.
And how's your morning?