May has been another super busy month. I think’s its becoming a trend. One busy month after another. Hmm.
So last weekend was my birthday. The big 45.
I don’t really care about my age again until I hit 100. Then I sure as heck better get onto the Today Show’s Smuckers jar or heads are gonna roll.
Bryon wanted to take Grace and I out in his drift boat. You know…the one he made LAST YEAR. Yeah, we still hadn’t been in it. He’s had it down the river with Matt and Steve many times since. They even went out west for a week last summer and had it on the big water.
So to take our maiden voyage, Bryon chose the Eleven Point river just outside of Alton, MO and on the Arkansas line. We picked my birthday weekend, and he reserved this cute little cottage right in town for us to stay in.
It was a beautiful weekend.
We squeezed in a lot that weekend. Floated down the river, ate three meals in the local cafes, had a river lunch then traipsed off across the border to Mammoth Springs and ate right over the Spring river.
We didn’t catch any fish, but Bryon stayed on another day, and he and Matt slayed the small mouth. Actually they caught and released the small mouth, but they caught nearly a hundred total. They also saw nine snakes. Five of them cotton mouths.
Not sad I missed that part.
Before we left, we had a visit from some Nebraska relatives, and they brought this guy along.
He rarely stood still. His name is Chief. He’s a silver lab.
And so adorable we wanted to just eat him up.
Then he peed on my floor three times, and I remembered why I never want another puppy. Mostly.
We hugged him and kissed him then sent Scooby with him on his continued travels. Oh, yeah, we visited with the family a bit as well. No cute photos of them however…we were a little preoccupied.
Finally, last week Bryon called and asked if he could bring home a guinea pig. Uh, okay.
We did just lose one of the handicapped bunnies a couple of weeks ago. And by lose I mean it finally croaked. Grace was very upset. I found it dead when I arrived home from Kansas City and the RT Convention. You can read all the scandalous details of RTCON here at my author blog if you are so inclined CLICK HERE FOR MORE.
I hadn’t been home ten minutes, and I was in the backyard digging a grave for a bunny. The other one is carrying on, but it’s days are numbered too. It’s not well. I feel bad for it, and we should just put it out of its misery…but…
So, Bryon calls and one of his co-workers is moving to Texas with her two kids to live (all three of them) in their spare bedroom for a few months before the hubster deploys. They figured a guinea pig would put them all over the edge.
His name is Rex.
As you can clearly see from the note Grace made…she loves him.
Somehow, I was the one cleaning out the cage today however.