The Saturday Evening Post

I am sure you have all been dying to know if I went to the large women's event today.

Just to clarify, it was not an event for "large" women, as some of you were mistaken. 

And I thank you for that.

Whatever.

I stayed home. 

I woke up to a very cheerful husband.  He was listening to his odd Chris LeDoux jibberish and making waffles.  Or as the boys refer to them, "wabbles!"

My poor husband.  Ruralville is his dream place.  And he never sees it in daylight.  He leaves at o'dark thirty and comes home at late dark thirty.

Today was a much needed family day.  A day to just be together and get stuff done and not spend our time driving and rushing around.  We got all geared up in our outdoor work clothes.

Which look fantastic, I must say.

And my husband, the smart man that he is, made sure to tell me I looked cute before we headed out.

Since I am shallow and easily flattered, I helped him build a rack to hold various shovels and rakes out of PVC pipe and glue.

We are like a dream team, I tell you.  That tool rack rocked.

We cleaned up the place.  David took the kids on a four-wheeler-ride and I made elk tacos.

This is now my life.

But I did have my taco sans elk.

I am slowly transitioning into my new redneck life.

After lunch, David and the girls searched on Craigslist and found the deal of a lifetime.  A rabbitry.

You may ask, "Taylor!  What in the world is a rabbitry?!"

Well.  A rabbitry, I think, is like a rabbit breeding business.  David has made a deal with the girls that if they can save up so much money, he will let them have a horse.  To earn money, they are doing chores and recycling aluminum cans.  The rabbit business would hopefully bring them in more money.

This is the way my husband thinks.  Do we understand him? No.  But we love him.

Darn our luck, some other lucky Craigslister snatched up the rabbitry before us.

So, they went back outside and I stayed in to make my super duper homemade laundry soap.

If you are lucky, dear readers, perhaps some day I shall share with you the recipe.

Don't make fun of me.

I know you are.

Some day, making your own laundry soap will be all the rage.  Just you wait.

Then I had to remove not one, but two, wads of gum that were stuck in my carpets.  Not that my boys would ever be so naughty as to steal gum from my purse, chew it up, and then hide it amidst the carpet fibers.

No.  My boys are angels.

Speaking of the boys, Handsome Dude drew a picture for David today and really wanted David to take it to work with him.

So he stuck it in David's lunch box.

I found it to be super sweet.  Even if his ability to color within the lines is mediocre at best.

Little Dude has been obsessed with his puppies and his blankie lately.  So David, in the spirit of David, decided it would be humorous to torture my poor boy.

He will probably be scarred for life.

We had soup and cornbread for dinner and finished the night off with a family movie night.

And we watched "Beethoven's Big Break." 

It.

Was.

Riveting.

We had  a good day.

And after yesterday, you have all convinced me to at least try the flannel sheets.

As weird as it might seem.

Later Dudes!