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A lazy day

After work we went to the big city to stock up on supplies… coffee, soaps for laundry and dishwasher, allergy medicine and other odds and ends.

After unloading said necessities rooster watered the garden and is now spraying the damn dandelions in the yard…

We’ve been sitting in the sun watching the ducks and chickens while sipping adult beverages. The ducks enjoyed a good bath from the hose, and Charlie was stealing the garden water….

Charlie and Rooster

Meanwhile I am thumbing through the latest from GRIT magazine. Considering making apple mead… a back up plan if the damn louffas don’t sprout I guess.

It’s a beautiful night. Warm. Dry, and just humid enough to make your hair frizz. Hashtag perfect night.

The chickens are enjoying the “duck hut” more than the ducks.. They’ve been laying eggs inside the hut and hanging out in the shade.

The birds are chirping, the breeze has slowed, and this lawn chair is pretty comfy.

Today at work I realized that I need to find some mint plants. Why? I’ve been making more Greek food and it seems mint is a staple item in every dish. Why didn’t I think of this before? Not that it’s catastrophic I never saw mint available at the local garden store, but my eyes are wide open and searching now!

The dogs are basking in the sunshine as well, and I’m worried this weekend my alabaster skin will still become lobster red even with sunscreen… it’s supposed to be 86 all weekend which makes a mental note for me to make sure to apply sunscreen to youngest every hour. He’s the ginger of the family I am sure you understand.

Grocery shopping for the week is done and this weekend I just need to make buns, Mayo, and egg bites for the week.

Mental note I need to call the local mom and pop grocery store about getting veggies from them for the pig. I hope to almost completely feed the piggy off of veggies and reduce feed costs considerably.

Today we were property shopping at work…. the shoe doesn’t fit yet if you know what I mean. I think it’s just day dreaming when work is slow. Acreage *sigh* what everyone should dream of rather than the 3000 square foot home on .26 acres. We want/need more land. Can you imaging how much food we could raise then??!!

I think we are a different breed of people…

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Charlie, the breakfast thief

Exhausted after gobbling up youngest’s breakfast

Every weekday morning the routine is the same. There might be a few hiccups every now and then, but for the most part we are a well oiled morning machine… most of the time.

At five o’clock Rooster and I wake up. I get the coffee creamer from the fridge and the travel mugs from the shelf and put them in front of the coffee pot. Rooster meanwhile goes to the bathroom and grabs the dirty laundry and takes it downstairs.

We briefly scan the news and carry on. Pitter patter… we let the hell hounds out to greet the sunrise, and go about the ritual.

At 5:10 I go wake youngest up. He is the slowest out of all of us, but what kid likes a 5:10 wake up call? At that point I get in the shower quick. By this time Rooster has folded a load of laundry and started another.

Get dressed. Greet Charlie who is patiently waiting on the bed. Rooster gets in the shower. Youngest just now emerges from his room. Usually a hot mess in the clothing choices, but hey he’s dressed tall socks and shorts and all.

At this point I get out everyone’s allergy medicine, warm up their breakfast and leave it on the kitchen counter for them to grab on the way to the dining room table. Then I usually return to the bathroom and do the awkward dance with the oldest of us both brushing our teeth at the same time in a small bathroom.

I emerge freshly brushed teeth, hair thrown in a clip or something, and go to empty the dishwasher.

THIS was the exact moment in time the hitch got involved.

Youngest is standing in the kitchen holding an empty plate. “Did you eat already? You need to go brush your teeth.” He stares at me. “There was no breakfast” he tells me. “What are you talking about? I made you a breakfast sandwich, on that plate, and had it on the counter.”

Enter Charlie, the breakfast thief… he sits at my feet as he always does, but I notice he is chewing on something. You guessed it THE breakfast sandwich in question.

So now when the boy’s breakfast is done we hide it in the microwave or on top of the cabinet. In case you are wondering yes, Virginia; I did make youngest another sandwich.

Charlie, the breakfast thief…. I never knew he could get up on the counter, but we do now!