no kidding. that's how i feel lately. but i think i'm the classic weeble-wobble or one of those big blow up toys with the weigh at the bottom...you know, you punch it and it leans and then rights itself. NO MATTER WHAT. (well, until it pops.) man, do they still sell those? if not, they should.
my car is in the shop (see deer accident) and i'm driving a rental corolla with louisiana plates. it's making me talk with a southern drawl. no kidding. ok, not in public but once in awhile while i'm driving i think in my head in a slight lilt. i'm very impressionable.
latest: i'm down to 8 hens. if you didn't catch my tweets of late something, maybe a racoon, got into the henhouse 2 nights ago and killed 3 hens and my rooster. boo. my dog started freaking out, about 5 AM, and i ran outside to find something killing the rooster. it was dark and i couldn't see what it was. ran in and got a flashlight and by the time i got back the killer was gone. but the back yard looked all armageddon. feathers EVERYWHERE. and not to gross you out (well, yes, to gross you out) the dead hens were strewn about and headless. but that's it. the d$@# racoon didn't even eat them or anything. pisses me off most, really.
you should have seen me when i first realized what was happening. i was all like screaming and running around like a crazy lady. no, not really. i was very calm and collected. kind of like when i hit the deer and had to make sure not to get myself and passenger smooshed and get the car to stop without landing upside down or something. so there's that. i'm good in a crisis.
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moving along, the pictures here are from the shelburne museum doll collection. doll houses. duh. some of my favorite images from the trip.
and also, i just wanted to let you know that remodelista says i'm hip. so it must be true.
stop laughing.
xx
me
8 comments:
Oh my goodness, you've been through a lot lately! Hope the days and weeks to follow will be better!
Wow! We're getting chickens in the spring, and I'll be thinking of yours. We could hear the coy dogs howling last night, so we'll have to built a pretty tight shelter. I hope things look up for you!
Oh, honey.
oh no...thinking of you liane...
but ps...when you wrote that you "ran in and got a flashlight", well i swore you were going to say you ran in and grabbed the shotgun. i already had you pictured barefoot and in your nightshirt and cap ;)
Oh no - that's just terrible. I'm so sorry... you must have been devastated!
Hope this coming week is much nicer to you.
i'm just glad you're okay - after the deer, that is. and i don't mean to be mean, but you can always get more chickens. 'kay? stay safe
Good grief, what a week you've had. Sorry about your chickies. That was very disturbing since I really want to get chickens in the spring. Like Kim, I too thought you were running inside to get the shotgun. Yes, in nightshirt and hunting cap. Maybe a pair of galoshes. (Are you smiling? Hope you're smiling.)
liane!! i've been so MIA lately and catching up on your posts, and this one really got me laughing in parts...but ALSO : what a CRAZY time for you! i really wish you had caught up with that killer. i like ethanollie's comment, grab the shotgun...
thinking of you!
(plus, in all this madness, at least you're hip!)
xx
m.
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