Oohs And Ahhs

In winter, I feel so bad when I use an ice-cold, wet wipe to clean a girl's udder and she jumps and says, "Ooh!"  These days when it is 90-plus or 100 as it was yesterday, a goat's response is, "Ahhh.  Don't stop."

Bessie Anne also said, "Ahhh," as she stood in her pool and I poured water over her back and shoulders when I got home.  She meets me at the door, panting from the heat.  I leave the ceiling fan on and plenty of water in several bowls, but there's not much else I can do for her (or for me, either).

"Aarrgh!"  Thankfully, gas prices are down right now.  My only stop after treatment was for gasoline.  "Can I stretch out one more trip?  Better not."  Besides, the cost of filling an empty tank would probably give me a coronary.  Like medicine, it's easier to swallow smaller doses.

"Ooh!" (or something close) when a second clothesline broke.  The remaining line will do for hanging socks, but not much else.  I'm waiting for some tall person to come by to put up new lines.  I could do it, but were I to get up on a ladder and fall, if the landing didn't kill me, my Kids would.  I'm not sure of the logic of threatening bodily harm if I were to hurt myself, but I've been warned.

"Really?!"  After years of slo-w-l-y whittling away at a high that I won't disclose, I finally weigh less than the lie that I put on my driver's license way back when.  (I never lie about my age, but can't say the same for my weight.)  Working toward ten-pound goals took forever.  Whether I can keep it off remains to be seen, but it's cause for celebration now.