It's also Cowboy's birthday, so our menu will be a birthday menu, not a Thanksgiving menu, which makes it easier for me.
We'll have a chicken casserole, mashed potatoes, and green beans.
I'm wanting to make him some no-bake cookies and a cheesecake, but we'll see on that.
I'll see if Peacock is up to cooking some.
He's a much better cook than his mamma.
Only three of the kids will be here, as Raven is staying at his girlfriend KS's house while they're in Florida.
He seems to be having a hard time adjusting to being back home, and things aren't going so smoothly with him right now.
I had my annual physical today.
Badger said I embarrassed her to death!
I hate closed doors.
Long story behind that.
So, they wanted a urine sample.
We're on the 3rd floor, and there's only one way into that bathroom.
What if the door had gotten stuck?
I'd be stuck forever.
I had Badger come in and stick her little foot in the door.
The bathroom is in the blood lab, so the blood lady also stood in front of the door so no one could see in.
Yeah, they didn't get a sample today.
I don't pee in front of people.
Jeez Louise.
I brought a cup home to put up so that when I go next year, I just bring my cup back and don't have to pee in their bathroom.
Humph, she was embarrassed?
I was embarrassed.
Claustrophobia is not a joke.
I finally got to Aldi, but we won't be going back.
It was not where Google Maps and MapQuest said it was supposed to be.
The truth is, we got lost.
So as we were trying to find our way out of Powell, which, by the way, both Aldi's web page and the maps say is in Knoxville, it's not, it's in Powell, we stumbled on it.
Hid way back.
We about passed it.
I got kitty litter a lot cheaper than at Walmart or Food City, and I picked up a frozen casserole cheap for Cowboy to bring to his family reunion this weekend, and I found some cranberry sauce really cheap.
If I'd been sure Cowboy's paycheck had gone through, I'd have done more shopping, but I wasn't sure, so I went light.
Badger thought the quarter for a shopping cart was cool.
It's a neat little store; I just wish it had been where they said it was.
Powell is too far to drive to.
Cowboy was sputtering about the wrong information.
I told him, don't blame me, blame Aldi.
Apparently, they're not quite sure what city they're in.
So I've cleaned the house all day.
Literally, I woke up at 6 a.m. and started cleaning.
I don't know why I'm bothering, since we never have guests in, but I cleaned anyway.
I decided to turn my desk around so that Heron could watch TV while talking to CA and cleaned it off.
It's the house dumping ground for some reason.
The place looks pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Heron and his girlfriend, CA, stay on the computer, Skyping all the time.
She made it to Virginia just in time for the Thanksgiving holiday, so she seems to have plenty of time on her hands.
We had a bit of excitement tonight.
CA told us the birds couldn't fly.
We've had them about 2–3 weeks, and they've done nothing but flop around in the cage.
Maybe a short fly from the perch to the water bowl, but nothing that would indicate they could make long-distance trips.
So I opened the cage door to feed them, and dang if they didn't dive bomb me.
Naturally, I screamed like a sissy girl and started grabbing dogs.
Heron liked to never have caught those darn birds!
At one point they got into Sally's cage and were pecking at her butt.
I now have a scared guinea pig.
They can fly.
Oh, believe me, they can fly.
Badger freaked out: “Mom, they're going for my face.”
I was like, “um, no, I think they think that ratty head of yours is a nest.”
Oh yeah, they dive bombed us until Heron got the boy in a hat and dropped him in the cage.
Once he was caught, the girl wasn't so feisty, and he finally trapped her.
I reduced their price on Craigslist.
Someone had better buy them before they escape and Rocky has wings on the go.
Furry critters.
I only like furry critters.
I think it's time Badger and I settle down and watch a movie before bed.
It's definitely time to shut down my old batteries.
It's been an active day.
I'm sure she'll choose “Megamind.”
She's hung up on “Megamind.”
She's watched that thing every single night since Comcast started running it.
She's driving us all crazy.
I swear we have it memorized now, but whatever floats her boat.
At least it keeps her occupied.
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