Asshole

First, the ducks are fine. Second, it seems my fears that the crimes in the Little Backyard were related to mischief in the Backyard may be founded in truth. This evening as I was sitting down to watch my fourth episode of True Blood today, I heard Earl crying and some odd noises, so I jumped up and found Randi running amok in the Little Backyard. It took some yelling and chasing and nearly tearing off my nails to catch her and then I threw her back out and watched her try to scale the fence again. This is only a problem because the fence is not currently electrified due to the fact that the weeds touch the wires and then short it out. I've not had it plugged in in months. And since I've spent way more time watching True Blood and other things than working on the weeds I had to hurry up and quick make a plan. In the space of about 15 minutes I speed weeded the area that separates the Backyard from the Little Backyard, rewired the gate and fence and plugged in the fence. Then I went and sat on my new used patio furniture and waited for Randi to make her move. She did not. I know the fence is electrified because of a special sensor tool thingy so you don't have to actually touch it and shock yourself because that is not fun. I am concerned for these reasons:

1. When I returned home today with my new used deep seating patio furniture, that is really too big to fit on my ghetto patio, I found a yolk, somewhat gelified on the patio and I thought hmm how did that get there? I figured EDub must have laid an egg after I checked this morning (she was nesting again) and then a crow or something got it. After watching Randi's foray into the Little Backyard I am wondering if maybe she got in there and took the egg. This is only comforting in that if she did she didn't eat the ducks as well. I should mention that even when she was in the Little Backyard she was mostly just running amok and not chasing the ducks and was certainly not eating them.
2. Tomorrow is the only day this month where I have to be anywhere. And by be somewhere I mean, if I don't show up to help my sister move I will surely be disinherited of 30 sewing machines and I can't take those kind of chances. Any other freaking day and it would just be me sitting in my house, alternately sewing, reading, swimming, watching the Tour de France en boucle and wondering when the fuck someone would call me to do something. But no. Now tomorrow I have to worry that I am going to come home to a massacre in the Little Backyard. I did see Randi jump away from part of the fence, so I'm hoping her ass got shocked. She did seem hesitant to try any more mischief.

Beginning tomorrow, I will have to make a better effort to clear my yard of weeds. I was unpleasantly surprised to learn that 8-9:00pm is the perfect time to pull weeds. The wind has died down and it's not hot.

I am annoyed at this new movie Diner for Schmuks with Steve Carell because it is based on the French film Le Dîner des Cons which was fantastic and this new one looks like shit.