I think my life is a little too predictable.
Today I did morning chores out of order because Grammy wasn't feeling well. Since I didn't plan to make a visit, I did cows and tree watering before the chores at my house.
Daddy called my cell. "Where are you?"
"Watering the cows."
"But your milking bucket is in the house."
"I know. I did chores differently this morning."
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
...
5 minutes later, Honor came climbing over the fence.
"Honor, Grammy is sick. We're not visiting her today."
"I know. I came to find you."
"You did? Why?"
"I thought you were dead! The milking bucket is still in the house and you haven't let the geese out yet! Don't scare me like that!"
I think tomorrow I'll sleep in and really throw things for a loop!