Afeared.

It is finished.



Yes.  I know.  My photography skills (or skillz, whichever you prefer) are to be envied.  And, yes.  You are looking at a picture of a deceased fly on this top-notch blog.

Did you catch that?  DECEASED fly.

That's right.

Whoomp!



There it is!  And only $4.72 at The Walmarts.

Ok.  That picture is kinda bad.  David took the camera hunting with him, so all I have is my phone.  I know you all expect superior photos from me, but it shall have to wait.  Patience, my friends.  Patience.

You may ask:  "Taylor!  Why on earth does David need a camera for to hunt?"

Well, readers.  I cannot be certain, but I do believe it is for the "rack" picture.  Do you remember the rack picture from last year?

Sure you do.



You know.  When I had to take 4.2 million photos until we got the EPIC photo that made the "rack" look huge and glorious and got all the "points" in it.

Are you listening to me?  Do you even care about the "rack" picture?  Do you know what "points are?"

Neither do I.  Let's proceed.

I am finding dead flies everywhere since I sprayed and It. Is. Glorious.  I am thoroughly enjoying myself.  In case you weren't up to speed, my home has been plagued with flies for weeks now.  WEEKS, I tell you.  It was disheartening, really.

In other news, due to all your helpful makeup tips yesterday, I added eyeliner to the mix today.  No one noticed, but I felt like a million bucks.  While I murdered flies.

In other, other news, my knee is KILLING me.  This is not surprising.  I took a Tylenol PM about 15 minutes ago.  So.  Yeah.  You've been warned.

David is off on his hunting trip and has left us ladyfolk in charge of the bunnies.  He mostly left my girls in charge because I am afeared of the bunnies.  And no, afeared is not a  real word, but I like it.   The girls told me that one of the rabbits is dead.  This is a crying shame.  Not just because it is dead, may he/she (Did you assume I checked it's gender?  You are mistaken) rest in peace, but somebody is going to have to deal with it.  And David is not here.  Hence the crying shame.

Rabbits are freaky creatures, dudes.  They just drop dead for no reason.  Its quite mysterious.  Now, honestly, if  the dead, genderless rabbit was in a private cage, I would just leave him/her there for the time being.  I did marry David after all.  I will be taking advantage of the perks.  (Rack picture taking is NOT one of them)   But he/she is in a group cage and I am not sure I trust the other rabbits with the body.

Rabbits are freaky creatures, dudes.  I would not be shocked if they nibbled a bit on their dead friend.  Yes.  Nibbled.  I said it.

So.  That will be tomorrow's adventure.  Removal of the rabbit body.  May he/she rest in peace.   I'll have to put on my lady ranch-wear for the occasion, which always makes me look like eye-candy.

Oh!  A fly just buzzed by.  I am going to let him live.  I admire his die-hard spirit and his fight for life.

But as soon as I sleep this Tylenol PM off, he's a goner.

And on that note, I shall bid you adieu.

Oh!  I almost forgot!  I found this to be hilarious-



It was David's "hunting packing" list, written on The Babysitter's Little Sister Friendship Club paper.

Because THAT is uber manly.

Alright.  Goodnight.