Stinkin' Rotten Day!! 9/10/08

Okay, aren't blog's suppose to be about wonderful things. You know, sunrises, flowers, loving families and wonderful activities. Well this one isn't!! If you aren't in the mood to hear me gripe then you might not want to read this, I tell you, I give you fair warning!! What a crappy day! Starts off with Macie's truck breaking down, then the water to the house (We are on a spring, fed to the house and pumped in)decides to plug-up with roots. I know this because there is no water to help wash my mountain of stinkin' laundry. So I trudge up to the spring to see what I can possibly do to fix the matter. Bart always does this and I am impatient to wait the hour until his arrival home. I lift the home made million pound lid some man made never thinking a women would lift it!! I dig for roots. I can't reach them because the pipe is to far down so I have to lay on my belly to pull and dig. I am covered head to toe in stinkin' mud and muck. Finally I give in and try to use my toes. Hey it worked pretty good. I know I can now survive if my arms get severed in some farming accident. I get down to the house and still no water. Bart comes home and gets to looking and something has flushed through the whole water system and plugged every screen to every faucet and my washers. Yes I have 2 washers and they are going all the time!! Thank goodness I have a smart Husband! We pull washers out and get things rolling again.So I have to run back to town to get Macie's truck, stuck on the side of the road, luck has it, it starts. Well time for baths and late homework and..... then I hear this sound out side. I look and wouldn't you know it, it's our annual "digging of the porcupine quills" out of bunny. Dumb dog! I know I bragged about her in the past and how smart she is but how can that dog be such a stinkin'dummy when it comes to pain? We have to totally hog tie her down. There's blood and sweat and cussing, pliers and scissors involved. It is a horrible mess. Why Why Why? She does this every Stinkin' year!! Then it's bed time and Brayden decides it's time to figure out where he has lost/left his football pads. We make phone calls and nobody has seen them, tomorrow's his game. I finally crawl in the shower and get out and there is a phone call from my sister's. They must have felt I needed them because I unloaded. I'm not a crier but I tell you IT FELT GOOD! Thanks Kerri and Leah, you're always there when I need you. I'm glad you'll listen to me about my STINKIN' day. It seems like lately we trade off days, it was my day today. SEE I WARNED YOU! It wasn't no STINKIN' roses today!