My feet will cramp and draw, but the leg is a first for me.
I woke Badger up hooting like a monkey, hey, it hurt!
It finally stopped, but that leg is still sore.
As I was already awake, I just crawled out of bed, went into the living room.
I half-heartedly poked around some pictures, I just have so many pictures to transfer, and it's overwhelming.
Out of curiosity, I called Dunkins, and someone answered.
Oh my gosh!
No one was supposed to be in on a Sunday.
The dude had heavily accented English, I don't know if we got a refund or not.
It's not come through the bank-I'll probably have to call back tomorrow, and hope I get someone who speaks American English, I'll even settle for British English.
Hillbilly English would be amazing, but that's very rare.
They had a lot of questions, so I had to wake Badger up, she was not happy.
I think she had just settled back down to sleep after I woke her up hooting.
Again, I did not expect anyone to answer on a very early Sunday morning.
The morning sped along, before I knew it, Cowboy was heading to morning service.
Heron and E. came up, of course E did.
No one ever comes in the house when it's clean, only when it's a bit disheveled.
I mean, it wasn't that bad, but I hadn't cleaned up the kitchen from last night-I know, keep it clean in case of firemen.
The front room still had blankets from Badger trying to get a nap in after I woke her up.
Eh, by now, E is family, she knows I am not a June Cleaver.
I'm more of a Roseanne or Peg Bundy.
They brought Badger a t-shirt for her birthday.
There is an event, I think, that happens every September, Punk Rock Flea Market.
Last year, for her birthday, Heron bought her a bob cat skull, like a genuine one.
He was talking about bringing her a pig fetus or a taxidermied squirrel.
I think she was very happy with a t-shirt.
As for his thinking, “Badger likes weird things”.
Peacock was supposed to be up, he had two things he needed me to print out for him.
Once Heron and E headed back out, I quickly tidied up.
It took like five minutes to get the place back together.
I didn't want Peacock to walk into a mess—he's the one who always notices dust bunnies on ceilings and cat hair in heater vents.
Raven, Heron, and Badger can ignore my messes.
Peacock will make a comment on my messes.
And possibly give me cleaning advice.
Between him and the thought of firemen tromping through my house again, I tried to tidy up.
A package came today, I can still not get used to mail running on Sunday.
Badger told me to get a hobby, she bought me a chicken Lego set.
I hope I can see the small pieces.
By the time I was done, Cowboy was in the driveway, honking his horn, annoying us, and probably the neighbors.
We made it to Walmart at 12:30 pm, Badger sent the skateboard man a text, and nothing.
We sat in the car until 1 pm, he still had not answered, so we went in to get our groceries.
He never replied, not one word from him.
I'm glad we didn't make a special trip down just for the skateboard.
She's disappointed, but that's what happens frequently on Market Place.
We did get our groceries, this store remodeled, but kept the basic layout they've always had.
Peacock worked here for a long time, we're familiar with the store, so finding what we needed wasn't hard.
We didn't find anything different, though, and for a Sunday, it was uncomfortably crowded.
We stopped at the Aldi's in K., we are not familiar with that store.
They still didn't have my pumpkin hummus, maybe that was a one time deal.
I did find Starbucks pumpkin coffee, though.
It was 3:30 pm before we got home.
We unloaded, Cowboy took care of the chickens while Badger and I put away the groceries.
Then she and I found some lunch, ate, and went to watch TV.
I am binge-watching “Call the Midwife”
Apparently, it's still going on, but Netflix hasn't caught up with the current season.
The dogs were looking at us like they desperately required something, we remembered they hadn't gone potty since like 10 am.
Oops.
Hey, I'm a cat lady, not a dog mamma.
So, we took them out, and while we were out, we checked on Heron's progress.
He has a catio, and it looks good and sturdy.
Just in time, he said GiGi, Hank and Poe do not like Daisy.
This gives them all a place to stake out, and claim as their own territory.
By the time we walked back up, it was time for Cowboy to head to evening service.
I went back to my TV while Badger quickly put supper on.
We bought this tray of spinach manicotti at Aldi's, so supper was quick and easy.
Except for a quick walk to the corner, and holy cow it is downright nippy out there, we've watched TV the rest of the evening.
We did have one slight disaster.
We have those sticky, glue traps hanging up for flies, we've had an invasion of gnats.
Somehow, Bedlam-Carl got one stuck in his butt.
Yep.
He must have been on the telephone shelf because we made sure to get the traps out of the cat's reach.
Badger slathered him in olive oil, and washed him in Dawn.
He's wet, he's slightly oily, and he's angry.
I'm just thankful it was not Fox.
Not only is he long haired, but he's also hateful.
There is no way we could give that cat a bath.
BC is a pretty chill cat who loves the water.
As far as I know, we have no plans for this week.
Cowboy has to take Finis somewhere Wednesday, and Thursday, though.
That means we'll go out for groceries on Friday.
Cowboy needs to tell Finis to start doing like we do, scheduling his appointments early in the day, and not on Thursday.
OK, back to my midwives.
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