Why you should not eat nekkid

I think everyone knows by now that I am perpetually nekkid at my house. And if you did not know it before, you know it now.

I do not know why it is and even the occasional situation that i get walked in on is not enough to stop it.

But this is the first time this has ever happened.

I finally got around to eating dinner, here about 10 minutes ago. I warmed up the last of the chicken pot pie that Amy taught me to make and it was going to be mm mmm good, I just knew it. I got back to the big chair and put the full steaming plate on the top of the laptop and attempted to sit down.

Guess what happened? Before I got my fat ass back in the chair, the plate fell in my chair. While I was on my way down. So I burned my butt. And my hand that I tried to catch it with, especially my pinky finger which is now blistering up

I hollered and Barry actually came running to help me, which is pretty odd in its own self--I was trying to hold myself up without putting my butt down on the hot pot pie, but this chair is really too big for me and I have to lurch myself up to get out of it and I sure could not do that with steaming pot pie in the seat. He had to drag the blanket out from under me and get me up.

He called me a dumb ass and left. He is probably calling people to tell them about it right now.

I knew he should have done it for me and served it to me like I deserve-see what happens when I try to take care of myself?

I am not fit

Bad news

Oh my gracious! I just got the rundown about the local sorting that was held yesterday (and the first one I have not worked in years, thank you Jesus, as I have had my fill of these SOBs).

But I did miss some big action. The Secret Weapon's wife got kicked by a horse tied to the trailer--a big ol roan mare they really like. The wife came round the corner of the trailer, put her hand on the mare's butt, and startled her awake from her nap. The mare kicked her right in the front pocket. She had to have surgery last nite to remove a bone chip.

The Weapon just told me that fortunately it was a bone that was not really necessary, and she was so close to the mare that she was not hurt nearly as badly as she could have been--another step back and it would have shattered her hip.

Wow--what a wake up call, that anything can happen with any horse, any where, any time, to any one of us- and your life can change in a blink. I have been kicked lots of times, I am sure all of us have- and never really realized how lucky I was to just get a bruise or a cut from it.

Get well soon Shelley!