A crap few days

Sorry for not posting, O faithful three readers. My last few days have sucked. I hope yours have gone a bit better.

Briefly, 1) I'm looking at yet another cycle gone to hell. I'm not sure I even ovulated this cycle. My temps have been strange. My deadline for all this madness is August.

2) The incredible Bulk has gotten to the eating stage of wanting to cram everything in front of him into his mouth simultaneously. I still cut his food into tiny bits if it is in the least bit hard, but if there's 18 pieces in there ...

Well you get the picture. At any rate, he almost choked himself Friday, scaring the crap out of me, so now I'm feeding him a piece at a time out of paranoia.

3) Three of my baby geese died Saturday and I spent the majority of the remainder of the day walking around sobbing.

On a less depressing note these things happened:

1)I've weaned the Incredible Bulk off of his bottle and off of [edited: I meant to say formula, here] simultaneously over the last 3 days. (This is entirely coincidental to them being bad days. He's done quite well, the little sweetheart.) (Yes, yes, I know that he's only 11 months old and that you shouldn't begin milk until one year, but I always start mine at about 11 months as they take different amounts of time to wean. I figure, worst case scenario, they'll be off by one year.)

2) I got a nice new dog.

And that's all I have for you today. Hope your Monday goes well.