A Gorgeous Pile of Poo {p.h.f.r.}

I've been waiting all day for naptime (just like every other mother on the planet) and thinking about what I might say in this post.  But I can't think.  You wanna know why?  Because every time I get to the "real" part in my head, my brain says "It's gettin' REAL in the Whole Foods parkin' lot....".  And if you don't know what I'm talking about, I am fixin' to MAKE. YOUR. DAY.

Which is my (typically) long winded way of telling you that I've got nothing planned.  I'm just gonna roll with it, baby.  But first, I'm going to smack myself for saying that.  

Okay. Ready.  

{pretty}

Just look at all that gorgeous poo.  Sigh.  I heart it and it's dungy smell.  Our down-the-road neighbors/fellow parishioners who do NOT sell us raw milk from the cow which does NOT come in adorable glass gallon jars that we do NOT pick up twice a week know that we're kickin' our garden up a notch this year and offered to bring us this deliciousness for our soil.

And then I squeeled.  And paid them with a dozen eggs from our fat, free-range chickens.  'Cause it's gettin REAL in the Borobia's rural plot! 

{happy}

Please, let me explain.

We had this old piece of fencing that we weren't using any more and Lizzy begged Tommy to let her have it.  And she made it into this totally durable house with a "place to hang my sweater" and a "storage shelf".  So no, she is not in a cage.  I swear!

And then the goats went into her cottage, which also made her happy.  Because she is cute like that.

{funny}

She also drew this for me (and of me) the other day.  She says it's a picture of what things will look like when the baby comes.

Just look!  I'm already back in that snazzy red mini-skirt and that yellow halter top!  But I'm still sportin' the signature under-eye bags.  Because that girl knows me, yo.  

p.s. that's the laptop over there on the bottom left.  Because, like I said...she knows me.

{real}

At least she's honest about her feelings, right?
Right?
RIGHT????

Sigh.