Even if you do not make soap, can you tell me what is wrong with this picture?
The past several weeks have been filled with a lot of extra chores that range from digging out from two snowstorms, taking care of a special needs kid, and listening to the barn monitor to ensure no kids are born in the middle of a single digit temperature night.
I am a zombie. But the brain does still function…partially.
Today, out of necessity, I made soap.
This lovely batch got mixed twice. The second time with everything that should have gone into it the first round.
It may not look so neat and pretty…but darn if I didn’t save the soap.
I still marvel at how nicely the soap poured out of the mold back into the mixing pot. Slick and smooth. Like melted butter. Someone was looking over my shoulder, you think?
I may be reporting from the Funny Farm if I do not get some sleep.
At least I will still be able to laugh.
God gave us humor for a reason, didn’t He?
“Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished. If you’re alive, it isn’t.” Richard Bach