So, I’m sitting here on the deck. It’s gorgeous outside, I’ve got a diet soda, Vinnie is crowing for some weird reason…wait…now Cluck too, and I really should be cleaning a bathroom. A few minutes ago I sighed really big and thought…
I Love Chickens.
NOT I should go clean that bathroom before our house is deemed unfit to live in. NOT should I go try to chip that cheese off of the side of the au gratin potato pan from the night before last. NOT I should do laundry because I’m out of underwear.
I Love Chickens. (dreamy sigh)
I should clean tomorrow…maybe…
The Eggs & I 