It's a wonderful day when Hon makes lasagna for dinner! The whole house smells fantastic and when we open the door that smell justt goes flying out, filling the rest of the world with happiness. Yeah, you know it...you can smell it and now you know where it's coming from. Come on over, there's plenty left over in the fridge. We'll cut you a big slice, add some bread and carrots to the side...and, if you eat real good, we'll give you a cupcake for dessert. Chocolate with white icing and colorful sprinkles. Ahhhh! Too bad I feel like I'll need to roll myself to the door to let you in, but I'll do it for the company.
I am so appreciative when Hon makes lasagna. I am even more appreciative that he made the lasagna before he went outside with eldest to work on the pigeon house project. Ah-ha, see, now you want to know why. I knew I'd get you curious. You see, Hon came running in the house with his hand clamped over his finger. First thing I thought is, "Uh-oh, he's cut it half off," but he didn't. Somehow he managed to use the electric screwdriver on his finger instead of a screw. I'd say it probably slipped, but I wasn't there, so feel free to make up all sorts of stories on how it actually happened. He is now sporting a good sized hole in his finger that I bet I could put a bit of a screw in if he'd actually let me try. He suffered through having it washed out with soap and water, but when that peroxide landed on it I thought he was going to turn all shades of red like a cartoon character and have smoke come out his ears. Don't worry, he's okay now. The pain has subsided and his wound is bandaged with a cute little cartoon character bandage.
Around here projects are always going on. Sometimes they go off without a hitch, sometimes they land a person in the emergency room. This time he was lucky. I wasn't really up to taking someone to the emergency room so the folks at the ER could put an "x" on the body chart showing where there was another incident of some sort. So, the pigeon house project still lives on, the pigeons continue to dream of moving into the big house, and Hon will sport his cartoon bandage at work tomorrow with pride. Smiling & Waving, Sharon
I'm the queen of our farm, although the animals haven't figured that out yet. My title is Head Chicken Wrangler, but most days I'm called Mom. Life is a comedy and I plan on documenting it.