Soggy Thursday

Well, we picked up our shingles last night. Listen to me saying we. I guess "we" didn't pick up the shingles, my Hubby and BIL "Wob" went and got them last night. Yeah, we have shingles....Boo, we have rain....and more rain in the forecast, like everyday except two days in the next six day. That is not good, I am getting excited about getting this all done, cleaned up and looking good.

Now, I told you all that I went to the Doctors yesterday but what I didn't tell you was one thing she said to me. I am kinda stuck on this, which I am sure any woman would be.

She says to me "Do you realize that you have gained 11 pounds since you were in here in December?"

I said "Not really, but thanks for that little piece of information that I could have done without."

She comes back with a "Are you eating healthy?"

Anyone who knows me, knows that sometimes I can't just answer the question, so I come back with a "Doesn't look like it does it?"

That was the end of that conversation. Thank Goodness. I have been having issues with that ever since. I didn't take that too well. I guess that was her polite way of say "You need to quit feeding your fat *ss and get up and do something with yourself." So now you know what kind of mood I have been in ever since that doctor visit. I am not so sure I like her very well right now.

Oh almost forgot to tell you something. Nothing can go smoothly for us. My Hubby is sitting in the living room today yelling at our cat Milo for scratching on something in the corner behind my recliner. I look and it seems that he is just getting toys out of his toy basket. Well, later I come in and sit down and I hear the scratching and look back and he, Milo, is asleep. I guess that wasn't him scratching.........somethings in the wall. No one want to go outside to see what is in the wall. There is one spot that Hubby has not got covered yet from where the cut the soffit off the house for the porch roof and of course something had to find that spot. Finally the man goes out with a flashlight and mirror and says he is going out to see what can scare the sh*t out of him. Finally he figures out that it is a little bird stuck at the bottom between the inside wall and outside sheeting of the house....yes, we have no insulation in the walls...nice.

"How do we get it out?" he asks me. What do I look like the bird catcher? Well being the Hillbillies that we are, he goes to the closet and gets some strapping. And no, not the kind you would use for people, the kind you use to repair lawn chairs (that itchy stuff that no one likes to sit on). Anyway he drapes it down into the wall hoping the little birdie will climb out. It took him four or five tries and it would get half way up and fall back down but I haven't heard him in a while so it either got out or fell and died. I hoping for that he got out.

That reminds me of the owl that once got into our basement...funny story!!