It’s still raining.

The Hubster was sent home from work and instead of taking up a productive chore, he is once again outside in the driving wind and rain PRESSURE WASHING. His capacity for pressing project avoidance is admirable. Never mind we have 1 inspection left and just a few short weeks to pass it in, THE DRIVEWAY must be pressure washed during a tropical storm.. and the play house.. and the swing set.. and the shed… I’m pretty sure I saw him pressure washing the dog earlier when Rocket was out there trying to take a dump.

The only reason I have allowed this to go on (hahahaha you like how i’m all I WEAR THE PANTS AND NO ONE DISAGREESWITH ME I am here?) is because I’m too giddy to take over the position of Captain Bring Down. My chicks are shipping out on Monday. No, not chicks as in wanna date, 5 dolla make you holla chicks but chicks as in bwak bwak I’m covered in feathers andcrap out lay eggs from my egg vent chicks, ie baby chickens!!

I can’t WAIT!

and yes, there will be photos, copious photos of chicken high jinx