Ho Hum

When they took the pigs away from me early at the farm, it plunged me into such a depression I couldn't do the last two days at the farm. I doubt that I'll do the farm next year. I just grow too attached to the girls.
Life is as usual . Dark clouds, worries and I can't shake this depression that threatens to swallow me whole. I try to be upbeat but I think, for my own sanity, that I have to let some of the crap out sometime. I do realise that everything in my life is colored by this depression. I'm fighting it, trust me and can only ask my perusers to please bear with me. Once I get the gunge out of my soul I may bounce back to my usual long winded annoying self.

That aside... I must make note of something.

I was sitting in the car waiting for the Husband to come out of the 7-11. I was staring off into space, half watching the people coming and going when this big bruiser of a guy with a shaved head walked in. His head was shaved to the skin and shining and I noticed that he had a crease down the back of his head running from the top of his head to the nape of his neck, making the back of his head resemble a baby's butt!! Now if the back of my head would look like a baby's butt I certainly wouldn't shave my head. Kinda reminds me of the black guy at the bank who shaved his head. His lumpy bumpy head that made him look like a raisinette. I guess you never know WHAT your head is going to look like until you shave it, which could be why god invented hair.

Speaking of hair, this guy stopped the husband and I while we were walking into the grocery store and asked my husband for his autograph because he (the husband) is the spitting image of Jerry Garcia. I hope the guy meant when JG was still alive because if my husband looks like a man who has been dead for a number of years, I ought to ask Santa for a new husband.

So gentle readers and dear perusers hang in there with me. I feel as if I'm on a roller coaster and it may be time to up my prozac once more. --me-----