Well, we got the poultry moved. It wasn't easy (think all of the parts to a 7x12 chain link enclosure, ten birds, three kids, plus Hotter and me packed into the MFA Minivan at once for a long drive to the middle of nowhere) or pretty (turns out tom turkeys don't enjoy being bundled into giant burlap sacks--WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED?) but we got it done. My boss texted me this morning to let me know that Loud and Crazy was puffed up and gobbling and scared the crap out of her horses (whoops--she's more amused than annoyed, though) and she got two eggs already. Heh.
As some of you already know, I mentioned the poultry exodus on the facespace and Lefty (my prodigal stepson) decided the time was ripe for a flame war (apparently he takes exception with my blaming his IDIOT UNCLE for the deaths of the first wave of refugees). So I unfriended and blocked him, because life is too short to suffer fools regardless of relation by blood or marriage. Hotter was all "OMG ARE YOU THAT DEFENSIVE, HE'S JUST BEING HIS SARCASTIC SELF" and I was all "apparently so! Or alternately: he is an irresponsible, entitled, shiftless little punk and I'm still pissed about him complaining when I couldn't take a weekend off with zero notice that one time he wanted to have a party and calling me and the boys your 'fake family' and am also sick of having to defend my right to work like a goddamn dog to provide for us. Either way? BLOCKED!" Then he backpedaled some with "well I'm fine with it if you don't wanna associate with him" and I was all "good because it wouldn't make any difference if you weren't!" So yeah, everybody was an asshole. GO US!
I'm kind of conflicted here. On the one hand, I feel for Lefty, because his mother is an unmedicated bipolar waste of skin and breast implants and he and I have that in common, plus I think somewhere deep down under all of the tattoos and bad attitude he's a good egg. I probably shouldn't take much of what he says personally, because he'd probably be jealous and resentful of me and the boys regardless, and I am the grownup and all that noise. I've become fiercely protective of my own serenity, though, and can't say I particularly regret anything. I guess I just wish things were different and everybody could get along a little better.
Oh well. It was nice to have a day off to spend with my family yesterday, and I'm making the most of my lazy Sunday morning today (I'm working an event for Temp Agency #2 later on). It looks like Hotter and the boys aren't the only ones who miss having me around more: