Country life.

Hubby has been out of town since Wednesday night which means kids and I are on our own. We get to eat whatever we want for dinner, watch whatever we want and be as noisy as we choice to be. It also means that we get to take care of all the animals and the daily chores here. I don't mind at all, hubby deserves some time away once in a while.
The children wanted to spend the night with grandma and papa on Thursday cause they didn't have school on Friday. So, I drove them to the half way point to drop the off with gma and papa, stopped and got me Chinese food, and headed for home. When I got here there was a possum playing dead in the side yard. Except his eyes were open, every other time I have seen them like that their eyes are closed. So, I worried that it might be rabid or something called hubby and got told not to worry about it, it would be gone in the morning like usual. OK, so off on the normal routine. Got up Friday morning and leave for work now the thing is in the front yard. Again I ignore it and go to work. Get home from work, yep still there. Call hubby again to inquire how long they can play dead? I am told that if it is still there it isn't playing any more. I asked him to please drive the 13 hours home and take care of it. He laughs and says little cowboy will be home later and he can handle it. Well by the time I got the kids picked up Friday night and headed for home it was dark and late. On Sat morning Little cowboy gets up and I ask him to do a huge favor for me. Thinking that he would just go get the shovel and haul it off. I should have known better. He just puts gloves on and out he goes, pjs and all.










He is such my little lifesaver. And no I an not that big of a baby that I can't haul off the stuff my self. I just don't like possums cause what if it really wasn't dead. I know what a great mom I am huh??