I jumped up to sit on the washer, not taking into account the cabinet over top of the machines. I jumped up hard... BAM! Cracking my head on the f-ing cabinet. Left a good size lump in its wake. Who knew laundry could be so dangerous? This is why I need a nanny.
Next up: Rodent racism.
I spent quite a lot of time alone with my horses this weekend. That can only lead to weird places... While out with Rio and the wild bunnies, I got to thinking about rodents. I really hate them. Except for bunnies. And chipmunks. And that's when I realized, I am a rodent racist.
|Rio and I both love bunnies|
Last night when I got to my last horse, it was REALLY BUGGY. But not just regular annoying flying bugs, but the worst of them all: MOSQUITOES. (Ok, ticks are worse, true, but I don't think they fly and either way mosquitoes aren't far behind.) So before taking Romes out for grass, I obviously sprayed us both down with bug spray. But here's where it got weird. I started spraying the ones flying around us and really took a sick pleasure in watching them drop right out of the air. They got their revenge though. Whilst out grazing, I was bit no less than eleventeen times.
So those are my confessions today. I'm a mosquito murdering, rodent racist with a pretty good lump on my noggin.
Anything you need to confess today? Let's chat in the comments!