Because on Monday I was and then the rest of the week saw two of my hens get eaten by a fox. Then all 14 of my baby chickens also eaten by said fox. There are still little fluffy baby chicken feathers all over my yard. Then in the midst of being born--oh so very close--one of my baby ducks just gave up. The thought of this big ol' world was just too much for her. Then the little brown boy goat collapsed in the hot sun and I didn't get to him in time and he died.
Anyone want to come to MY party.
Blech. Here's to nothing getting dead for the rest of the week. Stupid death.
Nuthin' to smile about here.