Being me is an adventure these days. Haven't I said enough about just wanting a peaceful farm..a few chickens....and quiet?
When I pulled in my driveway, attached to the locked gate was a card from a process server. I called and left a voice mail. My name is spelled wrong. I still have no clue who is sueing me or calling me to court.
Also, the dog finally grabbed one of the chickens. Around here that holds a penalty equal to death or banishment. I called my estranged daughter and gave her until tomorrow to find Sara a new home. Or else.
I went to bed at 9....it is 10:30 and I am still awake. No wonder?