In which we act like normal people

Today, Barry and I went shopping. Like normal people. We bought only one thing for a horse, and that was at Sam's--soy oil for Grandpa. Other than that, we bought clothes in a smaller size for me and just more clothes for Barry.

Because I am new to shopping in the normal people's section for clothes,---kind of like a born-again normal size person-- I had to try on things. I am not used to that. After all, when you are so fat like I was, it is not like anything is going to look good, so the only question is whether you like it, and can get it on. Now, things are fitting, and they don't even look bad, and the wildest thing is happening. Sometimes the size large shirt fits better than the XL, so I have to try things on. Jenna says I buy my clothes too big, and she is probably right, so I would try them on and ask Barry who just sat there and stared at me. It was kind of fun to have options though, instead of just buying whatever they have in circus size.

We tried a new restaurant-the Outlaw Blues Saloon. I do not recommend it. It was still fun to pick somewhere new.

Why did we do this, you ask? Because it was raining cats and dogs, and that meant we could not do anything else we normally would do on the weekend. By the time we got home to do the few horse chores that had a time limit, there was water everywhere. The road to the farm is not yet under water, because it is so high, but the water is almost high enough to cross it.

The barn had four occupants when we left--and thank goodness that the stalls are built up so much, or those poor ponies would be standing in water. They all needed cleaning, and we had to get Aries and Spike in, and HaidaGirl. Then Grandpa wanted to come in--which is very strange for him, but evidently he is not smart enough to get under some shelter and was just standing in the rain like some poor homeless. It was a disgusting nasty mess. There is so much water standing in the barn aisles, etc, that tromping around in there caused water to go over my shoes. That is always a great feeling.

Anyway, that got done in surprisingly fast fashion, considering that it took Barry wearing special shoes, and Cash's stall was disgusting. There is not much nastier than a mare nursing a foal when it comes to housekeeping. Uno and Reno are getting along quite well with their lessons, and are quite oblivious to what awaits them on Tuesday.

Only one thing remains left undone, and that is the replacement of the fence charger that is evidently the cause of the fence problem here. All that work we did and it appears the charger itself is fried, and we drove right past the TSC today and forgot to stop. Oh yeah, the little trailer is still in the mud. Crap. Bet it stays there for a while too.

Barry went to work to get a jump on his paperwork for the week so they can head out of state again in the morning, and I am trying to get house stuff done. I HAVE to be more on top of things this week, and jacking around this late at nite is no way to do it. I suspect that I will be sleeping at the farm with Gypsy this week, as she is still freaking pregnant.

Happy week everyone!