We're supposed to get 3-5 inches of rain. TODAY. Hubs and I went out to the deck and moved all the plants from the middle where they were getting the right amount of sun and rain to under the eaves where they won't get drowned. We'll slide them all back to the middle when the rain stops. Needless to say, we got wet.
Hubs just named Lumpy's buck twin. Sonny. So I named his sister Stormy. We've also decided to call the one-antlered buck Uno. (His other antler snapped at the base and was hanging by a piece of skin... gross... until it finally fell off.)
I can't believe it's already July 1st. I had such hopes for the year and it's already half over. On the bright side, 2021 has been kinda sucky so far, so it's already half over.
I've been using the exercise bike again. Two days in a row. Woohoo. Go me. I set it up in the spare bedroom, next to the stereo, looking out the window. So I can listen to music and stare at the yard while I bike. Fifteen minutes on the bike is roughly 3 miles worth and it burns about 150 calories. (I know because the bike keeps track of that stuff. It also does heart rate as long as I keep my hands on the handle bars, touching the metal points.)
I need to make cookies.
Last night, I was all like 'I got chicken out for dinner, how do you want it?' and Hubs made a face. I guess he's off chicken again. I sauteed it up, diced it up, and put it on the counter with a bunch of other stuff to make a salad bar. That was acceptable. Yay. He's always been more of a beef dude. Before we married, he ate a lot of steak. Hamburgers tonight.
Speaking of hamburger, I made a pizza night before last and browned ground beef to put on it. Pretty tasty, if I do say so myself.
My BFF lost her job - long story, but I so want to poke her ex-boss in the eye with a pointy stick - so I've been looking at the want ads for her. There are a lot of jobs available right now. Not many that she's probably like, but way more than there ought to be considering how many people are unemployed. I saw one that I would probably enjoy if I were so inclined - working at a vet clinic in their kennels. I mentioned it to Hubs and he reminded me of my one foray working in a kennel, a job I thoroughly hated. I'm older now, but yeah, probably not as much fun as I imagine it would be.
Okay, well, I should probably go do something constructive, although this is my day to not call the office and with it raining, there's not much I'm in the mood to do. Cookies. Yeah, I can do that. Talk at ya later.