“I did something I probably shouldn’t have…”
Don’t you just love when your spouse starts a conversation like that?
It’s been a long day. The sun’s been out and not only has it been warm, it’s been muggy. I think I’m going to make ‘humidity’ an honorary four letter word. Not only do I find my clothing sticking to me, but I can’t do a thing with my hair!
On top of the humidity issue, Darling and I have been cleaning house. Not sweeping and mopping cleaning; no, we’ve got a big garage sale coming up and we’ve been loading things out of the house and into my truck so we can haul them to the sale. Miss Banana Head was over today to practice sheep handling as well. And this afternoon we made a trip to the vet with some sheep poop (euw, Aunt Tracey, you picked that up???) to have some lab work done. I wanted to know if we were dealing with any parasites before heading to the fair (we got a clean bill of health, hooray!)
Needless to say, by this afternoon we were wearing out and getting just a wee bit grumpy, but the truck needed to be unloaded at the garage sale site, which is nearly an hour from home. Too many hours in a black truck on a hot, humid day is not good. We got everything unloaded and the garage was looking pretty organized when our host hollered that the burgers were done. Hooray! Barbecue! Just as we were finishing dinner, my cell phone began to BAAAA. It was City Boy.
“How many sheep have you got?”
I didn’t like this question. It’s generally followed by “When are you selling half of them?” But not tonight. Tonight it was, “Well, all but one of them decided to come home from the field, then. And a couple of them look like they’ve gotten into the grain.”
So not what I wanted to hear. I left before pricing was finished so I could tend to the sheep. Sheep eating unlimited amounts of grain often means dead sheep. I know I said sheep are smart, but this is one area where they’ve got no common sense at all.
Thankfully, when I got home, all was well. City Boy had put them into the vacant pasture here, and I went down to get Carrot, who’d been abandoned by his flock mates (I had left him tied so he couldn’t escape…should have done that with Bessie, too!) With everyone settled in for the night, I came into the house.
Which is when City Boy gave me that guilty look and said, “I did something I probably shouldn’t have…”
I sighed. What this time? I wondered.
“I took money out of my retirement savings so you can build a stall for Sunny.”
Cost of a bale of hay…$13
Cost of Sunny’s hoof trim…$300
Cost of an addition to the barn….I’m not really sure but let’s say a few thousand.
Turning your Desperate Horsewife into a happy one? PRICELESS!