Purely Agitated

Look at me and my farm and ranch self!

I, yes, I, Taylor Maliblahblah, have grown 11 whole baby chickens.  All by myself.  One little chick sadly did not make it . . . it died mid-crack and part of its body is poking out of the shell.

So close, little chick!  So close!

It has been like that for about 24 hours, so I think its done for.  Poor pumpkin.  We are still waiting on more to hatch, so there may be more to come!

Please.  Try and feign excitement.  Its all I have going on over here.

So, today I woke up and had many goals of which I had hoped to accomplish.  Cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming, washing bedding, you know . . . the usual.  I was even toying with the idea of starting some school with Handsome Dude . . . just to see what kind of torture and agony will befall me come September.  But then, I looked out the window and saw the dogs eating a rabbit.  Which is always a killjoy.  Turns out the rabbits dug a hole under the fence and four total were out and the three survivors had managed to get themselves into the chicken coop.

I was purely agitated.

  The girls and I got the deceased rabbit disposed of and managed to get the other three to safety, where they will await my beloved who will need to come take a gander at their private areas so we know which stall to put them in.

Yes.  Be jealous of our glamorous lives.

In other, less disturbing news, we went camping this past weekend!  It was a combo Father's Day/Little Dude's Birthday trip.

I was going to make him an exquisite tractor type cake . . . I'm sure you all remember my sweet, Titanic cake.

Its obvious I have missed my calling in life.

But, I digress.

Little Dude informed me that, no, he just wanted a cake with lots and lots and lots of candy on it.

So he is now my favorite because he made my life uEber easy.

He called it "Candy World."  Basically, we made a chocolate cake.  Slapped on some frosting.  Made a Kit Kat gate, for that was one of his requirements.  Threw on some cars.  Chopped up some candy.  And added sprinkles.

Feel free to pin it.  I know you want to.

Yes.  I should have rotated the picture before sharing it with you.  I care not.

Little Dude loves, loves, loves camping.

And combining a birthday with camping?

Fuhget about it.

The camp host gal gave him a whistle.  So, he rode all around whistling for bears.  He's pretty sure that's how you "catch" them.

He happily informed everyone 4.2 billion times that he had a Candy World cake.  Sadly, no one really cared.  But he sure did.

Finally, his moment came.

And, then, just to make him explode with excitement, we sang him The Happy Birthday Song.

He was soaking it all up!

Alright!  My husband will be home soon and I must break it to him that he gets to gender-ify some rabbits.

He is sure to be thrilled.