Why is Everything So Dirty?

Does most of your work consist of cleaning things? Mine does. It’s all dirt, all the time. Dishes, laundry, hair, face, hands, well ..the whole body, the animal pens, the floor…on and on and on and on. Why is everything so dirty? (That’s a rhetorical question). I’m not really complaining…it’s life in the country.

Last night the dirty dogs got their due. I’ve not introduced you to my (MY not Cowboy’s) dogs yet. My indoor dogs are Jack Russell terriers named Harry and Ginger (aka Lover Dog and Pee Wee Girl). This summer is starting off to be a hum-dinger for mosquitoes and fleas. Every time I let the dogs out (who let the dogs out? who who who)….

An “about me” side note: at least 450 times a day, every day, something reminds me of a song…it’s not unusual for me to break out into song at any moment. Just so ya know.

So anyway, every time I let the dogs out, somebody brings a new friend back in. I’m extremely paranoid of any creature sporting more than 4 legs (and even some with just 4 legs). Such creatures get sprayed, squashed, mangled in a trap, or tortured on a glue trap. I don’t care; I’m ruthless that way. Me, a woman who can’t bring herself to butcher a chicken, can crush a mouse to death under her boot. Sorry to bring you such a brutal side of me. It’s hard to live with myself at times.

Yeah, Lover Boy and Pee Wee Girl got flea baths and I’m stocked up on carpet spray. I HATE bugs.

Something strange happened last night: of course there were premature fireworks being launched (duh, that’s a given), but there were 2 low-flying airplanes- and I mean LOW. And right after that on my little crooked road, 2 cars went by ---- at..the..same..time. Rare occurrence.

I made a black raspberry cobbler with the berries I picked after supper. mmmmm Since I was home alone, I didn’t have to share. I’m still smiling. Read my newest post on A Farm Girl’s Devotions (http://farmgirldevotions.blogspot.com) for some serious thoughts about fruit.

Had seconds on cobbler and went to bed. What a night. Then Pee Wee Girl started barking and barking and barking. Remember I was home alone. Probably some prowler or a group of bandits…I didn’t see anything, though. Gotta learn how to shoot that gun…..

P.s. Do you want me to share recipes on here? I don’t want to bore you if you don’t.