I have to review this weekend because I don’t quite know where it went.  I feel a tidge like Dr. Seuss.  Is it here?  Is it there?  Where did it go; this weekend I no longer know?

But, here I am.  Somehow I arrived at Monday.

Saturday was pen-building for the goats.  Pig farmer built.  I fetched and held things.  The goats grazed nearby:

The dogs were on watch …. sort of:

It was actually rainy, not sunny.  But, pig farmer doesn’t want me snapping pictures, when I’m supposed to be fetching tools and holding things.  So, I used pics from my stash to make do.

It was also Prom weekend.  No tux for my low-maintenance boy.  May I just say that I love his blue eyes?!

He and his funny, crazy, awesome friends thought of getting some pictures taken at the local theatre where they also work:

Look out for that car!!

If at first you don’t succeed … tell the boys they have to let you try again!

 Then – I got back home in time to see the grand-daughter on a visit to the animals!!  They were already in from the animals and the rain was doing its thing … but we still got to hug and laugh and go out to eat.

That was Saturday.  Sunday wasn’t nearly so much fun.  Pig farmer went for a run … his lower right leg went numb, then had excruciating pain.  Two ERs and ten hours later – he was in less pain but still not 100% sure what went wrong.  He will see an orthopedic specialist tomorrow.  We did get to rule out a blood clot or broken bone.  However, a stress fracture might not have shown up.  It could be a problem with a nerve.  I know my nerves were frazzled by the time I got home last night.  I do hate hospitals.  It felt good to go outside, clean out the goat barn and do the chores while pig farmer slept off the vicodin.  That’s about all I got done though … besides laundry, of course.  Laundry doesn’t hardly count as a chore, it’s sort of like brushing your teeth – just do it at least twice a day and hope for the best!