I get home from taking the dog to the vet and go upstairs to pull out all the carpet in my workroom. We have a cat. The cat was locked in my workroom with her five (count em FIVE) litter boxes and still couldn't manage to urinate in them. So she gets thrown outside during the day and then thrown in the unused upstairs bathroom at night (she won't urinate on linoleum). I can't stand the cat but she's incredibly lovable which is the only endearing value she has. I feel I can't get rid of her since she not young and has the urinating problem, she would get put to sleep at the shelter. So for now she's an outdoor cat, part time. Anyways, I pulled out all the carpet and pad and found that the sub floor had spots that were still wet so I sprayed them with Clorox Cleanup and plan to paint the floor with Kilz. God I hope that gets rid of the smell. I can only smell it if I'm upstairs and close to the room, so I'm thankful the whole house doesn't smell. Crappy cat...no scratch that, pissy cat.


I watched Sean carry Wesley across it and then I went across. Had I known it was as rickety as it was I would have never let either go. It was scary, then again that kind of stuff has never been my bag. I laugh because I know if my father was there he would have been jumping up and down on it and my mother would have been scared to death.
Second was the petting zoo (which was closed by the time we made it out there, so we petted through the fence). They had the tiniest little goats I've ever seen. My goats poop bigger than they are. Why didn't I find these sweet inncoent creatures when I was looking for a goat??

Next we have the tower of tires. It was a pole with tires on it and a rope that you climb. Yes, very redneck. I dared hubby to do it and he did, made it to the top too.

Here we have Wesley starring at all the kids running around. He sat there and wouldn't even turn around to eat. There were some older kids playing football by the tables and I think if Wesley could've gotten down from the table and joined them he would have.

Last is Wesley and I just enjoying ourselves and the beautiful 80 degree August day.

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