I am not writing a new post because Linda told me to. I'm writing it because I wanted to, and it is only coincidence that Linda wrote a pressuring comment. So there.

I am very tired today, because at work I had a lot of sows farrowing (a lot being 44.... that's a big group of overheated, labouring, grouchy, bad-tempered 500 lb beasts to deal with all at once.) On top of that, we got home from work today to discover that our sweet doggy had diarrheaed all over herself and the floor of her crate. All I can say is, thank God that we crate-train our dogs. Phew.

Anyways, we took her (in her kennel...) outside and hosed her down through the slats, then let her out and hosed out her kennel. Ty finished bathing her and scrubbing her kennel clean while I did a deep clean of the living room. Can't have a room you spend a lot of time in reeking of wet dog poo, now can you?

So anyways, some odd hours later, I have scrubbed every inch (pretty darn near) of my living room, the floor is sparkling, the wainscotting is dust-free, and the cobwebs (and spiders!!!) are in the belly of my Shark. Shark, Vacuum, that is.

I vacuumed the kitchen floor, but I didn't wash it, because Mom stopped by on her way home from soccer, and my momentum went poosh. I am very tired now, and I am going to go to bed.

Goodnight!