Since we only sort of had horses, we could use the horse troughs for other things. We used them as "cold tubs", which are kind of like hot tubs in reverse. Fill them up with water from the hose and then just sit in them.
It's unseasonably hot here. Add to that the fact that the state is on fire, and I'm thinking of horse troughs. I'm glad that it's at least crossing guard off-season.
I'm crabby too because yesterday I had a laundry accident. Seriously, who does that? Other than total klutzes?
Frugal domestic goddess that I am, I was "hanging the wash" outside. Might as well make use of all of this dry heat, right? I was hanging the wash while walking along a railroad tie that separates our
I was walking along when that &%^$#*! railroad tie grabbed my toe while the rest of my body was still travelling. That little *%>##.
My cat-like reflexes didn't save me. I'm so mad at that *$&^#+> railroad tie because of (a) what it did to my rib cage, (b) making me feel like a total klutz, and (c) what it did to the toe of my shoe. &^$%(/!
I don't normally cuss (*COUGH*), but come ON!
It's hot. The state is on fire. I had a laundry accident. We have no horse trough. I think these are signs of imbalance in my life.
The good news is, a remedy might be on the near horizon.
We may be getting a new cat.