The birds seem to enjoy it, but I'm sick of the mud. It's everywhere, including my kitchen floor. Poor Tucker has to live in the kitchen when it's like this.
Brett's dad is coming home this morning. I forgot to add to my story yesterday that when he complained of his pain that they gave him a shot of Valium and the man was snoring before the nurse had the needle out! We all thought we could use a bit of that.
Not much else going on except work. At least for me. Brett was rained out today.
