John flew out from San Antonio waaay before daylight to meet two sisters in Florida. From there they will drive to Georgia to visit a neice and on to Virginia to visit his brother. While gone he says I'M IT. What I say goes. You think? I just hope the farm house renters doesn't decide to have a bon-fire with all their couches and catch the grass on fire. I hope all the rattlesnakes stay holed up and I hope when I'm feeding the turtles Shelly or Butter doesn't mistake the cat food for cubes. If one of those big cows started slipping toward me and the water I would end up all slimmy and green and wouldn't be able to see where I'm going. I hope one of the pregnant cows doesn't have trouble having her calf. That just makes my stomach hurt to think about it and that calf puller makes me want to run. I'm good at spotting broken fences but fixin' them. Humm! The one job I know I can handle is to flip a bathtub off covering two tubs of molassas. Yep I always THOUGHT I wanted to be a cowgirl.