OK, so I'm always up to something, at least that's what people tell me. Luckily I have a husband who gets a boot out of it all and believes (perhaps mistakenly) that I've made his life much more interesting than it ever would have been.
Sooo, this June he led a team of 17 youth and 5 adults on a mission trip to the Casa San Jose' Orphanage in Colima, Mexico. My husband is away a fair amount, and so I do as I darn well please most of the time because I can. When he was in Mexico this year, I went out and got Reesie kitten from Cape Ann Animal Aid in Gloucester, MA, where I volunteer once a week. I got lucky, she loves dogs and is a great buddy to our Cassy dog.
Dave considered himself lucky to come home to "only" a kitten, as he has come home to much worse. Last January he was in Charlotte, NC, for a few days and returned to find me sitting on the couch, crying, right leg in a removable cast. That morning I'd fallen down the stairs and broken my ankle. So, from now on, when he comes home to anything but a broken bone,
life seems pretty good to him.
Hmmmm, maybe I CAN get that laying hen that I long for. I just have to figure out a way to keep the terrier from killing the hen. There must be a way.