Thank you so very much to everyone that stopped by my last post and left a comment. I think I responded to all but if not, I will..eventually. It's still really hard to look at Baxter's pictures. I even considered taking that post down but feel it would be wrong to Baxter somehow, so for now I am leaving it. I'm just not going to revisit it for a time.
In other news....
There really isn't any so I guess no news is good news

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For the first time in a long time, I had the house to myself on Saturday. Not that I was doing anything even remotely fun. Washing clothes, cleaning, reading a book in between, playing with Patches from time to time and watching the garden grow. In other words, I really didn't do much of anything but it was MY time and I did enjoy it somewhat until I had visitors around 7:30 that evening.
Don't get me wrong, I like for people to visit and really don't mind at all that they stop in whenever but dammit.....it was MY day and I really didn't feel like entertaining two of our friends that live down the street, which are more Hubby's friends than mine anyway.
I was sitting on the deck reading when I heard the 4wheeler. At first I thought it was the guy next door taking his for a spin because he's been doing that lately so didn't think much of it until it got louder and I heard the gravel crunching in the driveway. By the time it hit me who it was (only one person would drive their 4wheeler on the rode to my house) it was too late to dive into the house and take the cowardly way out and HIDE

so I put on my happy face and greeted the visitors.
It turns out it's probably a good thing I didn't run and hide. The owner/driver of the 4wheeler spent a total of 3 minutes tops sitting on the seat of the 4wheeler before passing out

. After being only mildy irritated that my peace was interrupted, that status notched up to boiling point in those 3 minutes.

I couldn't believe that he had drove ON THE ROAD as drunk as he was and I couldn't believe the passenger was stupid enough to ride with him

but who the hell am I to tell two grown men well above the age of 50 what to do. All I can do is rant and rave...which I did

. The passenger said he'd drive home (he wasn't drinking...which made his decision to ride up to the house even more mind boggling) but anyway, he said he would drive home through the woods and put the drunk on the back. Then he got worried that the drunk would fall off on the way home. Fed up with the whole thing, I told them to both get in the truck, I'd take them home. The drunk then woke up and decided his 4wheeler was worth more than his life. He didn't want to leave it. I threatened him with severe bodily harm if he even went near it.

In the end, I got the 4wheeler key and took them home. The next day when he came to get his 4wheeler, he was looking really sheepish. I don't know how much, if any, of what I said to him the night before but I did tell him on Sunday while he was clear headed that if he was going to be stupid enough to get drunk and take a 4wheeler cruise, at least do it in the woods where he would only kill himself, not anyone else

I don't think he's too pleased with me right now.
By the time I got them home and unloaded, I was trying to get BACK into the peace frame of mind. I turned into my driveway noticing that a truck pulled in behind me. Not a truck that I recognized

. My first thought was WTF? You've got to be kidding me! Who's here now?
Turned out to be another buddy of Hubby's along with his dog. After making Patches realize that he wasn't going to be able to get IN the truck with the other dog, we stood in the driveway and talked for a few minutes. His visit lasted maybe 10 minutes and wasn't at all as unpleasant as the first visitors, then he hit the road.
My frame of mind after that was just shot. No more peace or even the thought of it by then. By that time it was somewhere around 8:30 and I knew Hubby would soon be home from his fishing trip so I thought I just may as well give it up. I closed my book, put it away, took a shower and put on my PJ's. I was calling it a night.
Hubby got home around 9:00 or shortly after. I relayed the events of the day to him and after shaking his head and a few choice words, wanted to know if I wanted to ride to another friends house. It took 2 seconds for me to throw my clothes on a hop in the truck. My peace of mind had been frazzled and anywhere away from the house at that moment sounded pretty good