What a day it's been. Woke up the morning as usual and hit the shower. When I got out and saw Raine, I knew something was wrong. She told me Ricky the goat was dead. He's been sick for a couple of weeks and we couldn't get him to shake it off. So Josh and I got to dig a grave before work/school. Of course, we didn't have a shovel, so we had to find one to borrow first.
Two hours late to work and sore from the digging, but at least the day is back on track. Four PM rolls around and I got a call that Josh had fallen and hurt his ankle... they thought it was broken. So I took off work and came home. It looked bad, so I took him to the ER. Sure enough, broken fibula. Could require surgery, but they want him to see a specialist for further diagnosis.
While there, I saw some unique small town character.
Where else do they get their medical cabinets at Sears? Notice the two rolls of "guaze" on the cabinet?
So all in all, a crazy day, but at least there will be another one tomorrow.... and did I mention 3 day weekend?