Apparently the Island is enthralled by adorable rogue puppy/goat duos. The newspaper came by today to shoot the photos for the article. When it comes out I'll post it here.
Kels is sick. Again. Perhaps a diet of Taco Bell, Mountain Dew and Coors Lite (not necessarily in that order) is NOT the healthiest option. I might have to start buying him Flinstone vitamins... Ava likes 'em. I don't know what to do with the poor boy. He's hardly moved from couch in three days. He's actually stayed home more than the time he had, and subsequently hospitalized me and Ava with, Influenza A. This time Ava has infected him. They are now even. I'm saving mine up for something good... like cancer or head lice. But in the mean time I am being nice and making chicken noodle soup and pumping him full of vitamin c. Poor baby...
I still do not like my psycho-betty neighbor. I know Jesus says to love thy neighbor, but obviously Jesus never met psycho-betty. Her parting comment to me when I left her house after nearly two hours on my knees digging a 30' trench 10" deep was "If I'm not here tomorrow you know what's going on now, you can just come get started yourself!". Think so biotch? Think again. I no-showed. What is she going to do? Never talk to me again? If only I was so lucky... Maybe she'll die soon. Maybe she'll drown in the pond that Lily keeps "destroying" that takes her "hours to rebuild". Maybe she's on frickin crack because "the pond" is actually a little pre-molded fountain in the ground not 2' in diameter and maybe 15" deep. Frickin idiot-crack-head-psycho-betty-biotch.
I'm not bitter.
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