Amok-ness


I'm freakin' exhausted from chasin' these darn mules around screamin' at the top of my lungs and wieldin' all manner of threatenin' objects. Whew!

Stickers got her uterus clipped last week, and she is more emotional now than she ever was. WTF? Tearin' around, chasin' everything that moves, howlin'and scarin' the shit outta Lucy, along with healin' her at every turn. Damn Mule! Ferget bandages and stiches, jest gimmie a straitjacket and a pot of boilin'water!! Get off Me! Didn't help that I took her dew claws too, since they were sharp as knives and they had hooked my Hoo Haw one too many times on "accident" Get Off Me!, try livin' here for One Day PPl, and you would know I can't make this crap up. I need an I.V of Vodka, and a vat of Chocolate to drown my sorry ass in. Insert Insane Laugh here.

The Hubby escaped Sunday to Rawlins, and who can blame him? He took off like a man caught in a panty raid! I could have stopped him, I was hot on his tail... until Lucy tackled me in the driveway with fear in her eyes and sticker's stuck to her butt chewin' her feet off! Dammit! I limped back to the homestead, iced my achin' rear and brought the wrath of Queenie down on the whole herd.

Have you seen my Mules? they're missin'...

The bandages come off Stickers' tomorrow, I get them removed from my butt the end of the week, and Lucy is in therapy till hell freeze's over. Sigh. Off to put out another fire....

Queenie. Mule Soup...MMMM...

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