I apologize in advance.
I start filming a new block of Food Network shows today! This doesn’t require any travel on my part since I film here on the ranch, but it does require me to shower. It also requires me to apply my eyeliner in a straight line and brush my hair, neither of which I’ve been very good at lately.
At the same time, Marlboro Man and the boys (and their friend Patrick, Hyacinth’s son) have been leaving at 5:00 a.m. every morning this week to work calves. We’ve gotten so much rain in recent weeks that it has compressed the calf workings into a two to three week period, which means none of us are sleeping past 4:00 a.m.
Except Alex, who is working at a counselor at a camp in Missouri right now, and except for Paige, who is attending church camp 50 miles away right now. If they only knew the agricultural fun they’re missing!
Actually, I’m pretty sure they know the agricultural fun they’re missing. It’s just that they’re probably asleep right now and aren’t thinking about it.
Hurry home, Alex and Paige! Your dad has a little…work for you to help him with. Ha.
Here’s what’s happening at The Merc this week!
* We finalized the bakery offerings yesterday. I gained five pounds just talking about it! Translation: I can’t wait.
* We started moving goods onto shelves in the warehouse/shipping center. It’s gettin’ real!
* The plumbing is almost done, which means we can pour concrete soon.
* We have to shave a few items off the deli menu because it’s gotten too big. This is extremely, extremely, extremely painful to me. Life is so unfair!
* I think I’ll just cut all the banana dishes.
* Never mind, there are no banana dishes in the deli.
* There is actually not a single banana in the deli. Is that bad?
* Don’t answer that.
I got a gel manicure over a week ago because I was getting ready to film some recipe videos (one of which I’m posting on Facebook later today.) Yesterday afternoon, I realized that I needed to get the gel manicure removed because it was starting to look bad and since I start filming today, I sure need decent (not pretty, mind you-only decent) nails. So I dropped my boys off at boxing practice and since Marlboro Man was at a football meeting, I decided to dart over to the closest town where I could get an evening nail service. Then my tire pressure light went on and said my back passenger tire had 14 psi, which is extremely low. So I pulled into a gas station in our town to fill it up with air and I could hear it hissing from a nail or something I’d obviously picked up on our road before I’d left the ranch. I couldn’t get the air higher than 26 psi, and the tire place in town was closed, so I decided to head on out to the ranch so at least I would be home with a flat tire and not on the side of the highway with a flat tire.
Halfway home, I knew I wouldn’t make it so I called Pete, who works at our shop, and he met me with his air compressor and was able to get my tire, which was now down to 9 psi, up to 42 psi. I immediately crossed the highway and headed down our five mile road, and finally pulled into our homestead with 8 psi. I’m never leaving again.
No, really. I’m not.
All this to say, I never got my gel manicure removed so I have spent the past two hours using everything but a jackhammer to get this gel polish off my nails before I go film new Food Network shows and act like nothing’s wrong. I also spilled nail polish remover square in my lap, which I would not recommend at all, particularly if you are wearing very form-fitting yoga pants. I’ll stop there.
Hey, at least it woke me up!
GLASS HALF FULL
And other than that, I’ve had a beautiful day so far.