april's fool

Turns out the fool is me. I thought our last pregnant ewe passed her mucous plug last night -- not to be too gross -- which is supposed to indicate that labor will start within 12 to 14 hours. Well, I have spent the entire day staring at a sheep's nether regions with absolutely no lambs to show for it. I am certain that she is laughing her woolly butt off at me.

Even better, I got our truck stuck in our front yard -- right next to where the cop got stuck two weeks ago, and down the way from where a patient got stuck last week -- as I was not paying sufficient attention while backing out of our driveway.

I feel as if this blog is devolving into one long stuck-in-the-mud story but perhaps it means the blog has finally found its theme. Thank goodness for the kind-hearted truck and trailer repair guy on the corner. He graciously came right away, hooked up the tow rope properly, pulled me out, and then refused any payment -- and all before the next patient showed up and noticed that I was blocking the driveway.

Because this happened right in front of my LSH's office while they were in between patients, I was certain that he and his office manager Joan were inside laughing their pants off. I called them as soon as I had a chance (because of course I was rushing somewhere else), and found out that they were completely unaware of my predicament.

In fact, Joan was sure that I was playing an April Fool's joke on her. She didn't believe me until I presented her with Primo's corroborating testimony, the pictures he had taken for the blog, and the rut and muddy tire track.

I just wish I would have been clever enough to come up with that prank, instead of being not-so-clever enough to drive into my own treacherous front yard.