But I've been working my little (read: huge) bottom off at work, longer hours than usual, and so today feels like one of those 'aaaaaaaaaah' days.
It's raining. This is very, very good news. We are feeding out hay and hard feed to everything on the property; usually it's just ponies getting an obligatory scoop of chaff a night. Now they're all being pumped full as there is NO grass. None. No rain = No grass = no feed = hungry hungry beasts. I never, ever thought before we moved to the farm we would be SO addicted to watching the radar to see if there were a few drops coming our way. It's like a daily ritual. Phone calls are made enthusiastically when we see a band of rain predicted. Screenshots of said rain are sent. Happy dances are performed. Husbands bolt out in underwear at the first sign of daybreak to check the rain gauge. All very exciting.
Due to rain - dogs and ponies are all snuggled up in their new matching rugs. So much cute.
It is my birthday shindig this weekend. The venue is booked, middle eastern banquets ordered, hotel arranged, hair appointment made. Dress purchased, ditto incredibly uncomfortable 'form slimming' under garments. Shoes? Nope. As the self proclaimed queen of heels, there is nothing in my 150+ pairs in my cupboard that I think are good enough. Dilemma!
Tripadvisor is currently receiving a fair work out in our household. With a trip to Nashville, Tenessee and then Chicago occurring later this year, we are having to do a little online exploring. It seems fried chicken and 'biscuits' - whatever they are - feature fairly heavily on the 'top restaurants' section for Nashy. Hmm. I'm mostly focusing on locating each and every cowboy boot store and planning where to unleash my unlimited spending money I have been promised. Chicago we have been to previously, so I'm a little more confident there for where to spend Cam's hard earned cash.
Friday Night Lights - finished. Done. All over. We finished the entire lot this past week, after binge watching over the Christmas break then having life and other tedious commitments get in the way of our Netflix viewing pleasure. Unsure where to go from here. Perhaps Nashville, to get us into the spirit of the above mentioned vacation. And to keep ensuring I insert 'y'all' into any sentence I can.
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