Spilling Coffee is the Adult Equivalent of Losing your Balloon

We got a late start to the day, Cowboy kept waiting around, hoping it would warm up, so he could go fishing.
It never did.

I was putting up old entries, and last year or the year before, it was also on the colder side, and we had to turn the heat back on.
Blogs help with a spotty memory.
I said then that we were in lindsey-wooly winter, so hopefully that is what this is.
If so, then this is our last cold snap before the hot weather comes to stay.

We headed up to M., our first stop was at Harbor Freight.
Some man at the plant told Cowboy that they sold like a felt marker to mark a pipe with to cut it.
Yeah, I'm still confused.
I chased down an employee who gave me this “whooee crazy lady alert”
He said he'd never heard of such a tool, he did not sell such a tool, and suggested that Cowboy wrap a belt around a pipe, cut it that way.

🤷

We walked out without buying anything.

Next up was the Goodwill, Badger found herself several shorts, she should be good to go this summer.
As it was Monday, I got a senior discount, and it knocked like $10 off the final cost.
I'd complain, I'm still three years away from qualifying for being a senior to get that discount, but eh ten dollars off.
It didn't help that Cowboy chuckled, and said that I was old.
Hey, she could have easily seen his bald head, and gave it to us because of him, who is a senior at 63.
Of course, she um was looking directly at me when she said “I gave you your senior discount, I almost forgot”
Ten dollars off.
I guess I will accept that senior badge proudly.

On to Rural King, we walked out without buying anything.
If Cowboy and Heron weren't so grumpy about having to mow around objects, and if money wasn't a problem, I'd walked out with a ton of yard gewgaws.
Shiny peacocks, funny chickens, rainbow windmills-oh my heart was singing at the sight.
Unfortunately, the two men of the family hates to mow around my yard pretties-and I'm not rich.

We grabbed a coffee from Dunkin's, and headed to the M. Walmart.
Badger had to buy a few things for tonight's supper.
I was tempted to buy a matching wind chime to the one I bought yesterday, but Badger said she would prefer to not match.

Our last stop was at Big Lot's to pick up another box of coffee, we're going through coffee pods like crazy.

We got home at 3:20 pm, Heron had already left for work, and had put Lady in the bedroom with Duffy.
I tried to argue with him this morning that it was a holiday, and should be off, but he said the only holiday a bar employee got off was the 4th of July.
They only get off then because everyone is at the beach, or the lake, or at the fireworks, and no one is coming in to drink.

So, we come in, I set my drink on the countertop, it's sitting far enough back that it should have been safe.
I go to use the bathroom and hear Cowboy yell, “someone's coffee has spilled”
OK, I was rather pis*ed!
Expensive to me, coffee I had taken maybe three to four sips out of.
How the heck did you manage to knock something off that was set pretty far back on a counter top?
Not to mention, he just left the mess, and toddled on out to feed the chickens.
Badger threw a couple of towels on top of the mess, and started to make herself lunch.
By that time, I had not eaten all day, running around exhausts me still, there was a messy house, laundry piled up, and another mess was made.
I may have thrown a bit of a tantrum, more over the mess than the coffee.
Badger attempted to give me her coffee, but you know, that was her treat-and I still had a mess to clean up.
I quickly wolfed down a sandwich, went outside to take a breather, and before I could tackle the mess, Cowboy and Badger disappeared.
They drove ten miles down the road-twenty mile round trip-to a Dunkin's to replace my coffee, that was a thirty-minute round trip.
Maybe that's not a big deal to some people, but Cowboy doesn't feel well, and he'd been on the road most of the day already.
Plus, it's a drive through only, which meant Cowboy had to talk to a live human to order.
I appreciated it, really I did.
I started the dishwasher, mopped the sticky kitchen floor, and put on a load of laundry while they were gone.
Then, when they came back, I took my drink, and sat on the she shed until Salem came screaming to the door wanting back inside.
He'll go outside for a bit, but wants back in.
He shouldn't even be outside, the vet said no, but I can't keep him inside.

Pretty much the rest of the evening followed the same pattern.
Badger cooked supper, she and I ate, then watched TV, we did a bit of she shed sitting, but mostly we watched TV.

Cowboy stayed outside, it looked like he was stripping copper.
He didn't come in until 8 pm, he ate his supper, and curled up in his recliner to watch his TV.
He has started to watch foreign soap operas dubbed into English, you can not tell me these shows are not soaps.
I mean, it sure beats those worm eating brain shows, but still, really weird.
And, he's getting more deaf.
I can clearly hear his TV-and those Facebook videos-over my noise-cancelling headphones.
I usually prefer staying in the bedroom with my nice, normal murder or cooking shows.

We've been together 34 years-married 33-I think we've finally just worked out a way to live together without divorce or murder.
It may be a strange marriage-but we're both strange anyway.

Side Deck Neighbor sent me a text tonight, her son is keeping little orange kitten.
I can't help but wonder, with the way she talked, if Badger and I aren't the reason they decided to re-home him.
Because we fed him, and paid attention to him, he would rarely go back to her house.
My heart is sad, but I hope he is in a better place now.
Hopefully her son will make him an indoor cat.

Heron is getting a kitten to keep his cat company.
I'd like to say that I could get my kitten fix from him, but I know he will have a hizzy if Badger and I try to visit it.
He's pretty paranoid about GiGi catching AIDS or Leukemia from us.
We've tried to explain that the only way she can get AIDS is if Lucifer or Salem takes a good bite out of her.
The only way she can get Leukemia is if Annie, Smudge or Fox shares a litter box, food or water bowls, or grooms her.
We can not transmit either virus by casual touching, it doesn't live long outside the body.

I did go on Amazon, and found one final wind chime for the she shed.
I had Badger order it with her Prime, I pay her back.
I'm hoping she got the right one, I wanted light up flamingos.
We've had miscommunication before.
I guess it will be a surprise.
Hopefully they will keep the birds out of my she shed this summer.

Anyway-I'm heading to bed.
Today isn't really a good day for me, energy wise.
I don't know why the exhaustion has returned, it's aggravating.