Here’s a picture of baby rabbits kissing. Every night we have the freaking ‘Rabbit Show’ outside at dusk, with rabbits running everywhere doing god knows what to each other. The kids watch, the cats watch; occasionally I even gawk a little as they race back and forth. There are a lot of rabbits this year. My plants are doomed. I don’t even care.
Inside around 10pm the cats freak out and do everything in their power to make me lose my shit before I go to bed. Seriously, no one wants me to live past, say 44, around here I think. The cats hiss, chase each other, and Dixon tries to assert his masculine wiles on anything with four paws that will sit still for a second around here.
“Look dude, I’ve got hands and no tail, back off!”
Today was a great day spent with my boys, but all I did was bitch about not getting any work done. I’m tired of being mean and miserable but I really like living here so I guess that’s the trade-off. Since I was Mr. Mom today I took them with me to a work appointment at a metal shop, which I think they thought was cool, save for the fact that I Mother Hen’d them; limiting their exploration to the inside of the car.
We did go out to lunch which was nice. That’s the one thing: dad doesn’t do lunch at home. Primarily because we don’t actually have any food in our house – though I do believe we have yummy turkey to make a samich tomorrow. But who wants a turkey sandwich today when you can go get wings and a coke with dad.
After lunch we went back home and the roofing guy stopped by to fix the droopy snow rail which had been bothering the bejesus out of me for quite some time. With that off the list I can focus more attention upon my doors which bother the f*ck out of me – I doubt the dealer will ever tell me the parts are in to fix them. I’ll be the dude on the 6 o’clock news who snapped and beat his air tight doors in with a sledge-hammer. I can see daylight in the corners of my overly expensive Therma-Tru doors. So much rage. You know what, don’t even bother buying them (no one wants to help if something goes or was installed wrong) unless you need an OCD trigger every time you leave the freaking house.
I spread some mulch around some trees that needed it, while my kid dug for worms.
We capped off the day picking up provisions so my friend could make custom spring beer for us. Lavender and honey flavored pale ale. And no, not our honey. I had to go buy wildflower honey at the store because, while we have honey, we’re not going to extract it until late Spring.
Now I’m just old, angry and bitter. So I’ll stop here.
Enjoy the rabbit picture folks.
What’s running around your house?
If you could make your own beer for Spring, what flavors would you include?