Some of us have been busy in the fields.
Some of us have been taking field trips to the fields to ride in combines (while others of us take pictures to document it for future blogging).
Some of us have been obnoxious in our barking and laying on furniture.
Some of us have been curled in front of the wood stove now that the temperature has dipped.
Some of us have been busy sleeping at every opportunity.
Some of us have been insufferably grumpy (to the point where a loving coworker commented, “You just need to have that baby!”).
Some of us have been wondering why flies were invented and why they have taken over my office and my home.
Some of us have some big opportunities ahead (like an interview).
And some of us – who we shall not name here – have been experimenting with flushing things down the toilet. You know, like the sock that we were protesting wearing. (Luckily, that someone told the other someones in the house about the underwear and jeans that were relegated to the toilet before flushing…)
Flies…tried lamb’s blood yet? Oooo, maybe not such a funny suggestion for the resident livestock?
Hope you pop soon. All in Hod’s time.
Wow, thank goodness about the underwear in toilet. Who needs a plumbing disaster right now?
You know that H is right next to G on the keyboard, right?
And it’s early here…and I’m still in baby-induced haze…