I was wrong!

It was NOT windy today!

Furry Husband and I got up, drank our winter weekend coffee consisting of a healthy dollup o' the Baileys Irish Cream. We only have it in winter. Helps us get through winter.

And then I asked if we should go to the gym. Yoga starts at 9am. Well, miracle of all miracles we actually WENT to the gym on a Saturday morning. Got there 4 minutes after 9:00 and the yoga room was chock full ... I looked in the window for a few minutes trying to figure out where I might fit. No dice. Instead Furry Husband and I put ourselves on the treadmill and lifted some wieghts.

The last wieght machine I was on was next to this exercise bike where there was some old, white haired guy peddling away and another old, white haired guy next to him. They were Obama haters. (now use an old geezer accent) "These young people. They all voted for 'im. He's a socialist and he's putting his socialist agenda right under their noses. Well, they'll find out. They'll all find out when it's too late!"

OMG. I wanted to go after them like a spider monkey.

I was very mature. I walked away. I wanted to lay into them but I'm so bad at arguing and usually just make a complete ass out of myself. So maybe it wasn't so much maturity as simply not wanting to make a huge fool out of myself. I mean seriously... I forget what to say and I become speechless and I stammer and my face gets all red. I wouldn't remember all the intelligent political points that I've read or listened to... I just really suck at arguments. Especially arguments that I feel strongly about. My emotions just get the better of me. (hanging head in shame)

BUT - we got to the gym and we worked out which is good for us and way to go us!

We stopped in town to get Furry Husband's new glasses. When the girl went to get them, Furry Husband told me to act mean and say I hated his glasses. The eyeglass girl came back and put the glasses on Furry Husband. I told him they were ugly and I hated them. She adjusted them. I said they looked really small on his head. She adjusted them some more. I told him they looked like his Mom's reading glasses. Yeah. We are so wierd but we have so much fun together!

We also stopped by Mountain Vet Suppy and picked up some dry cow treatment. I dried Spot our goat up tonight. I milked her out completely, wiped off each teat with a sterile alcohol pad and injected some dry cow treatment into each teat. (I have to line up this little syringe thing with the teat hole and squish the gel up all up in there - Spot didn't like that so much. ) It's basically antibiotic to prevent any infection while her udder goes thru the change of not being milked anymore. We dry the goats up around 2 mos before they are due so all the energy can go to the goat-lets growing inside and it lets their udder heal up and rejuvinate... ready for the next lactation cycle.

I also rode both horses today. Everything was fine. No tying up for Sera and no incidents with the baby Rosso. It was a really, really good Saturday.

We have our Canadian neighbors coming over for dinner. Furry Husband made his 3-day pasta sauce. This sauce is way better than any sex I've ever had. It is amazing. People try this sauce and they begin trying to invent excuses to come to our house for dinner.... they politely hint about when Furry Husband might be making his sauce again? It's like meth - they become instantly addicted.

My goal tonight is to not eat so much that I feel like a bloated tick that is about to fall off a dog.
I made a really good salad and I'm hoping to fill up on that.... Wish me luck!