Who Hit The Full-On-Crazy Button?

Cause y'allllllllll... Just let me tell you what the past 36 hours have been like 'round here.

First: Yesterday. Bout this time, actually, I was on the phone with a much loved family friend. I hear the Big Green Beast pull in and a "peep peep" from the horn.

Not. Good.

"peep peep" is only used for SOS.

Yep... Dear Husband's Fickle Finger of Fate was at it again, and umm... well.... Let's just say that the injury is embarrassing, un-supported, and has left him hanging. (Dude he is so going to get even with me for THAT.... HA~)

ER trip was in order. Doc was thrilled. She (*note... SHE) apparently could not wait to examine the situation, and told Dear Husband (and me, cause I stood my ground and growled that we have two kids together, I'm quite familiar with his anatomy,) and I that we needed to be thankful SHE took this case, as the other doc had "Very large hands".

(Use. Your. Imagination. Carefully.)

About five or six hours and one Rasp Enema (for a crappy nurse) later, we arrive home to ... chaos. The kids were sacked out at Granny's. (Thank You Granny and Rebel Cousin Brigade!!) It had stormed-- LOOOOOOTS. Jo the Wonder-She-Is-Still-Alive Chicken In A Dog Suit had Freaked. Out. And.... had an "accident" in a very bad spot. (ie: the incident was discovered when I went to put the children in bed, and Cub wailed, "MOOOoooooMMM! Why is this WET?")

Thank God for clean sheets, an ability to toss large beds around, and FEBREZE. Lots. Of. Febreze.

And the washing machine. (The dryer is another story, and will be mentioned shortly.)

Around 2am, things were dealt with here. Rest was pretty much not an option for me last night, as I couldn't get there. You know- to that quiet place, sweet happy pony filled dreams, that leave you refreshed and happy? Yeah- that one. It took a hike.

I think it was the direct result of the dryer telling me to piss off yesterday, and consigning itself to the scrap heap.

So.

Dawn breaks.
Phone rings.

I stagger out, only to hear panic on the line in the form of a much loved client, with a

F-A-V-O-R-I-T-E Pony
in deep distress.

I get on the phone and round up emergency help, throw clothes on myself and the kids, and we haul butt to help. Dear Husband was still racked out, bleary eyed, wondering about the whirlwind that invaded the bedroom. I hollered out "BYE, I LOVE YOU" to him as the kids and I hit the door running. (I asked the kids if they wanted to stay behind with Dad, and know what Cub said? "No Mom- this is MY pony hurting, and I'm going to help.")

Long story short, pony had choked, but cleared it by the time we arrived. I did get to meet the newest horse vet in town, which was cool and NOT what I expected at all.

Longer story a tiny bit shorter, we will be having the Itty Bitty Pony Committee moving in at The Asylum soon- like with in the next couple of days.

As if THIS wasn't exciting enough....
There are still 3 horses to trim on the book for today. (Note: it's 115* out.)
There are 3 ponies (NOT the Itty Bitty Pony Committee) to move. (That is set for 5:30 tonight.)
Transport arrangements need to be made for Current Borrowed Adorable Pony to go back to her home,

AND

The. Dryer. Broke.

Solar clothes line installed. You know what?
It's too damn HUMID for things to DRY.
AAAGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH.

I refuse-- RE-FUUUUSE --- to ask "What next" cause I damn sure don't want to KNOW at this point!!!

And in case you didn't have an idea before, NOW you really know WHY we call this place

"The Asylum".

Happy Hoofin' Y'all....... May the Force Not Screw With You!
~MM