I just got stung by a wasp. I think it barely got me, but it instantly turned red and blotchy, so I'm sitting here waiting for the benadryl-induced coma to hit me. Should happen in about a half hour. I guess I could do something productive until then.
Corrals are clean, coops are clean, and for some weird reason I re-arranged my bedroom furniture. We'll see how I like the new arrangement, the old one wasn't quite right.
The other morning there was a frog in the toilet.
I'm going in about a hundred different directions this week and need to get caught up on some important stuff.
It's been one of those weeks.
I'm very nostalgic lately. About Yellowstone, about Jackson Hole. And then I had to open up my high school yearbooks while I was moving stuff around, and read what people wrote. Apparently I didn't talk much. ;-) I had to laugh at all the comments where people pointed out that I'm "so nice but need to talk more!" LOL! Have I changed? Maybe a little. Thank goodness for blogging, eh?
And of course, nostalgic about staying up til the wee hours of the morning in the 5th grade watching "Thriller" at a slumber party at a friend's house. RIP.