So, the craft room's up.
And apparently open for business.
But I can hardly be mad since Bubba, the owner of these fine shorts that sorely need ass-mending, also turned this nightmare...
MAKE THE BULLSHIT GO AWAY. THAT IS MY WISH.
And since he is awesome and even though it's not even my birthday month anymore, away they went. To I do not care where.
But speaking of birthdays, I had one. In the country this time.
And I approve.
|We actually use our dining room here. It's very grown up feeling when I'm making happy faces with my bacon which happened right after I took this photo.|
|Our neighbors have chickens.|
|Lots and lots of fluffy pants having chickens that do not yet know how much they like being cuddled. BUT THEY WILL KNOW.|
|Jada had her way with our neighbors' dogs' toys during our first visit to their house. Because she is a lady.|
|This is not our view. It's our neighbors' view. But it's a goodie and we will enjoy very much sitting on that lovely deck getting drunk for many weekends to come.|
|Plus, Jada never wants to leave their deck, so there's that.|
|And did I mention that they make homemade fries all the time? Like, cut fresh from real potatoes and deep fried in an actual fryer? I FUCKING LOVE THESE PEOPLE.|
|And in case you don't know what a giant birthday cupcake looks like, here you go. My hairdresser is an hour and a half away now, but you know my ass is going up there regardless because this is what happens on my birthday at my hairdresser's.|
|This is down the hill from our house and I'm sure there's a Jeff Foxworthy joke for this, but I refuse to make it.|
|Much champagne was had in the name of my birthday. Plus chips. Always chips.|
|And ripping out of spaghetti mess cables wadded up not at all neatly by my side of the bed. EW. AWAY WITH BULLSHIT.|
|And face pinching.|
And now I'm going to go look at some farms in Germany for a week.
|Even cleaned up my work boots for the trip because I can't be visiting their German farms in dirty boots covered in American filth now can I? No. Because I'm a lady. And also I refuse to pack dirty boots into a bag with my clothes. Ew.|