How’s that for a mess of a title? Sadly, the first two are dominating my day. Here’s a copy of my FB post from this morning:
My little school only has one student, but I managed to get sick from him. I knew there was a good reason not to touch that biology book!
Mr. Fix-It noticed last night that one of the chickens was limping. Farm Boy says, yah, it has been limping for a while, i figured it would get better. Cowgirl goes out this morning and gets the chicken. She has the string from a feed bag embedded in her ties and around her foot.
HOW MANY HUNDREDS OF TIMES HAVE I YELLED TO PICK UP LOOSE STRING IN THE BARN AND THROW IT AWAY!?
I helped Cowgirl set up a little surgery for the chicken and she started snipping the string off the chicken’s foot. And all of a sudden, my student’s sickness washes over me and I’m struggling to stay upright and not pass out or puke during chicken surgery! I ended up on the bathroom floor and Cowgirl freed the chicken.
It wasn’t even a gross surgery!