Pillow Talk

So, apparently last night, Badger woke me up and requested breakfast this morning.

Now I have this totally weird thing where if you wake me up out of a sound sleep, there’s a very real chance I’ll open my eyes and have a semi-intelligent conversation with you. 
I may even toddle off to the bathroom. 
But I won’t remember one thing about it come morning.

The key is knowing when I’m still asleep and when I’ve really woken up.

The boys took advantage of it a lot when they were teens, and it was a gamble that paid off for them.
The little devils got away with more than they should because “Mamma said I could”.

I wondered why Badger was awake before 10 am, and why she kept eyeing the empty kitchen.

Finally, she asked where her eggs were.

I’m like, “eggs? What eggs?”

“You said you would fix me eggs this morning.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, you also kept muttering something about fart fruit.”

“Um, OK, when a person is muttering under their breath something totally nonsensical, you might want to poke them to see if they’re really awake.”

She did get her eggs, and I think I’ve stressed that if she suddenly wants something in the dead of night, she needs to give me a darn good poke to make sure I’m actually awake. 
That way I’ll remember it in the morning.

I made soup beans, steak fries, cornbread, salmon patties and something green for dinner today.
I say something green because Cowboy forgot what he planted. 
He figured it was either kale or spinach.

I've heard of mystery meat, but never mystery greens.

I have no clue what it was.
I recognize corn, tomatoes, okra, and green beans, but that’s about all the veggies I recognize. 
Oh, and squash if it’s yellow, and pumpkins.

Needless to say, I usually stay out of Cowboy's garden

I had to email the school board lady again this morning because Badger was still showing up on the school page.

She assures me it is fixed this time. 
Someone at the freshman academy dropped the ball, but it’s fixed.

I went back, and they do have all her absences removed now, but Badger failed her science test this morning.

I’m laughing about that.

Badger said maybe it’s possible there is a BABOON who they are mistaking for BADGER.

Anything is possible, I guess.

Schooling went a little better today, she still wants to goof off more than is good, but it was better.

We need to get her some headphones. 
She does better if her lessons are read to her, but it drives me crazy.

She likes to play around with the narrator, I had to make her replace the English or Aussie reader, I'm Southern, they were really driving me nuts.

Maybe it was Scottish.

The first couple of days were OK. 
I loved listening to their accent, but then it started getting a little annoying.

They sure don’t speak East Tennessee drawl.

She’s on the Civil War and the current reader just butchered “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” and “Dixie.”

There is nothing like a robot attempting to sing.

The last couple pairs of headphones the cats ate, I think. 
Even though she hates them, I’m going to buy that earmuff kind, know what I mean? 
She’s been using earbuds, and the cats just think they’re snacks.

I walked into Badger's bedroom and had a small stream running down the floor.
Her dorm fridge finally went belly up.
It's 10 years old, it was my mom's, so I'm surprised it lasted as long as it has.
We waited until it drained, mopped the floor and moved it into the laundry room.

I should take it to the dump, but it's mom's, and I'm just not ready to get rid of it.
I'm using it as a shelf to hold my detergent.

I told her to play it safe and not touch the outlet or plug anything in for a few days, until everything has time to dry out.

I guess I'm going to get off of here. 
She's nearly done with lessons, so the cats can come out of the laundry room. 
We'll find something to get into.