One Hundred Dollars a Month

Because I am a total crack head I like to get up around 4- 4:30 in the morning. But today, I just couldn’t do it for some reason. It might of had something to do with the fact that last night I ate an entire plate full of garlic mashed potatoes. We were at a thing for the HH’s work, and it was the only food I wanted.

The alarm kept going off, and I kept re-setting it as if I was promising myself I would get up in just a few more minutes.

Betty White only sleeps like 2 hours a night. Why can’t I?

So many freakin eggs.

Matilda is still hanging in there.

When I check on her every hour or so I talk to her and she raises her head a little. Which is encouraging, even if she isn’t really moving much.

The more I think about it, the more I am convinced she flew the coop sometime on Friday afternoon and returned after we had locked up the coop for the night then was later attacked by something because she was out in the open.

Many of you have said that the cold would not have been a factor, and now I agree with you.

After checking her over, she has no obvious signs of injury {so I’m thinking a hawk may of nipped her because if it was a coon, there would have been feathers everywhere.

Also, she is not compacted {YES, I checked} so I’m really leaning towards her being attacked by something theory.

I have been able to feed Matilda warm oatmeal 3 times and water and or sugar water a few more than that.

The nice lady at Target gave me a syringe.  Is that a syringe? I asked for an eye dropper and that’s what she gave me when I told her about my chicken. I think she was afraid to ask me any questions. I’m not sure if it was because I hadn’t showered yet and was still wearing yesterdays garden clothes that were covered in dirt and looked like a complete nut, or if everyone in town goes to Target for free syringes and they have a don’t ask, don’t tell policy. I have no idea.

I found a giant box of corn dogs in the freezer.

Apparently the boys bought them while The Girl and I were out of town. They said they count as vacation food. I just rolled my eyes and pretended to  gag myself. Corn dogs are gross.

I also stared at this giant heap of mail that’s been collecting on the counter since early last week.  I wish it would just go away.

Monkey Boy and I went to the pet store to buy Lucy one of those giant 30 pound bags of dog food. As we were looking for something for her to chew on {other than Ichiro} a nice sales lady told us we needed this giant smoked bone.

So far she likes it.

We also stopped by Costco for a snack. Cherry almond dark chocolate clusters. Yum!

Coconut water. Not so yum. Have you tried that stuff yet?  Oh my word it’s bad. The only way I’ll drink that again is if I’m stranded on a dessert island.

When I spotted the sample lady passing out Advil PM I told her I was having a bad day and “Would this knock me out tonight because I could really use some sleep?”  She just looked at me and said this is a gentle sleep aid, not a sleeping pill.  She had no sense of humor whatsoever.

But I took it anyway.

It’s been a long day, and I don’t want to sound like a Debbie Downer, but I’m tired.

If I could sing and play the banjo, surely I’d write some sort of country western song, because it’s been one of those long, drawn out days, and bedtime cannot come soon enough.

Peace Out Girl Scouts,

Here’s hoping tomorrow pans out a little better.

~Mavis