If things come in threes…I’m waiting for #3. One and Two already happened. They weren’t too serious, just annoying.
Things that make you say a cuss word, or seven.
1. Lilac, having possibly noted her ascension to the rank of Queen, calmly knocked a full bucket of sweet feed off the milk stand and all over onto the floor. Thinking she’s so important these days, just because now we know who her father is, she’s gotten cocky. When the bucket hit the floor, upside down, spewing all of its contents, I shouted out a Spanish cuss phrase. I’ll let you guess which one.
2. I had a meeting this morning at my house with two dressed up and fancy mortgage brokers to talk about our other business. I had strategically placed the ladder in the entrance of the kitchen to hopefully block their entrance into the disaster area that is full of plates, ice cream maker parts, painting supplies and a half painted, orange, kitchen. The ladder worked…they didn’t enter, but as they were at the table, sipping their coffee shop lattes, I was racing to strain the milk I had just brought in. All went smoothly as I talked to them over the half wall between the kitchen and dining room, until I heard (and felt) the waterfall hit the ground. Nearly a pint of milk was racing through the huge (previously unknown) hole at the bottom of the milk jar. Onto the floor. I threw a towel on it and gave up. Deciding I better stop now before #3 happens.
However, my meeting’s over, the half painted kitchen is awaiting my paintbrush and my 3-year-old is in from outside ready to eat.
My day will improve.
No matter what.
And, #3 will be a good thing. I’m sure of it.
– The Goat Cheese Lady