Think I Was Kidding?

This mess is the remnants of a bale of alfalfa.  It's not enough that the whatever-they-are critters are freeloading, they tear apart and burrow into the rest.  I found a large, shallow, bowl-shaped flower pot and use that to carry the girls' breakfast to the pen.  Life used to be simple before Genghis Khan and his horde moved in.

Ralph and Celeste had such a good time again at their latest Feline Frolic.  I'm starting to feel more like a janitor after Mardi Gras than a housekeeper.

I knew that the NASCAR Cup race had been moved from Sunday to Monday.  Because the TV guide doesn't keep up with such changes, it took me a while to find the right channel.  I thought it was to come on at 1:00, but there it was at 9!  Oh crum, and then I noticed it was the Xfinity race that normally runs on Saturday and I usually skip that one.  Both races had been postponed because of rain in Indianapolis.  The Brickyard is NASCAR's crown jewel, the race that determines who has enough points to get into The Chase for the championship title and a lot of money.  What the heck, a race is a race so I settled in to watch and ended up many hours later, having overdosed on two helpings of NASCAR.  Clint came in fifth, but will definitely be in the running.  Yep, I'm a fan.

I don't kid.