Several-going-on-many years ago there was some political campaign or something in which it was claimed – this is absolutely the only thing I remember about it – that if X happened, little old ladies would have to choose between their single daily meals of cheap dog food or getting their vital prescriptions filled, but they totally wouldn’t be able to afford to do both.
Well, I’ve been saving all my nickels because I have what promises to be an expensive ophthalmologist appointment in less than two weeks. And I’ve been saving it at the expense of my little feathered friends. Saturday a friend of the blog – who would not appreciate having his name published here – slipped me a hundred bux that wasn’t in the budget. And you know how I’m always on about synchronicity and things landing in my lap in the nick of time?
Well…
…that’s the inside of the chickens’ food pellet barrel. Which at break of day contained exactly enough for one final day’s food* – and which will be at least mostly filled before day is done.
How’s that for just-in-time delivery? 🙂
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*Yes of course there’s a Plan B, but it involves robbing peter to pay paul and I hate that.
