Grant me strength, Kenny has discovered my hair products.

They took class pics yesterday at school and apparently he was told he had nice hair or something so he's now obsessed with combing, geling, styling, and re-wetting. This 7 yr old boy spent about 2 solid hrs in the bathroom last night "doing his hair" and then corrupted Darren. Now they're both spending 30 min. this morning primping. Vincent thinks they've lost their mind.

We must have a cat in heat because last evening we noticed Puss in Boots hanging around the house. This is the feral tabby male that has been at this farm off and on for years. We rarely actually see him, just a glimpse as he runs from the barn back to the fields. But all litters born to the girls have orange kitties so we're sure it's him. Rebecca said that the best thing to do is allow nature to take her course with cats on the farm as they are necessary to the operation and the farm will support up to 20 of them. In all the years she lived here, only one resulted in an overpopulation. Apparently none were picked as prey or died naturally during the winter on the local farms and come spring all the neighbors were trying to give them away as they were up in the 30's and 40's for each farm. They do a fantasic job of catching rodents and helping clean up food waste so we appreciate them. We're at four adults and three young ones now (these are tame and we love to sit with them, true lap kitties). I think Puss got one of the females last evening so we'll have another litter in a while. We only feed them enough to keep them from starving which for seven cats is about one coffee can full of food each morning and then they're responsible for the rest of their diet. All seven are in wonderful shape and not a rib bone in sight. We're also lucky in that none of the cats has ever taken a shine to baby chicks although they do love to nap in the laying nests of our hens.

I stopped by the library and picked up several books about caring for horses. Ed snorted because he already knows about them having several when he was young. But I reminded him that when I was 10 (which was ..... uh..... a long time ago) I helped saddle my friend's and ride it. I certainly never groomed or helped in the care of the horse. Hell I haven't an idea how to even get a halter on or how to read a horses body language. I consider myself very lucky our boarded horse is old and she doesn't laugh out loud at me. She tolerates me and likes to be stroked, but that's pretty much all I do since she isn't mine. Between the books and Google, I have learned quite a bit in the last few days and am very excited to pick up our horses tomorrow.

Today will be spent doing chores, laundry, and paperwork to free me up until next week. The horse hauling will take two days and then I'll work the weekend on the phones and with the horses. I do have an interview this morning for another client and I'm excited about it - although it's a little different than my other clients and this one severely restricts what contractor's are able to say. Dinner this evening is baby back ribs slow cooked and then covered in sauce to carmelize with potatoe salad and fresh bread. Yum!