Sad news. Little chicky passed. He/she was named Sunshine. We then had to make a casket (which was HUGE - I mean not to me, I didn't have to dig the hole) and hold a funeral. Seriously, I was in tears by the time it was all done.
Little Buttercup/Butterball/Butterscotch is doing well, though. So that's a relief.
Maybe Sunshine's death has something to do with me and my hormones. Schyler told me the other day that I was a "hormone of death". Something to ponder anyway...
For the time being, you may want to steer clear of me, just in case.
I set my alarm clock super early this morning because my alone time with Jesus was getting messed up. Brandon came home early yesterday and I just never got back on track. Now trust me - I need ALL the Jesus I can get, so like I said, I set my clock a little earlier.
Which can I just say is sooooo very hard for me. I am a sleeper. I mean serious sleeper. If there was an Olympic sport, I would be your woman.
So anyhoo...Brandon came home even earlier today. Which I think definitely proves my theory - my husband is of the devil.
Just kidding dear!
Well, got to go...have to go see the doc. Schyler has a butt infection.
No, not a grossy kind of infection. It's from a shot she got. You know "in the hip". Yeah, they always say hip, but we know the truth - it's the rear.
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I know about being a sleeper. That's me. I am not a morning person! I cracked up about your hubby. HAHA! As for your little one's "butt" I hope she gets better and it clears up.
~blessings
Dorcas
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