On that note. Hey. Gary's got a bee in his bonnet to get chickens. Like we need chickens? He's got friends he's made through his e-cig forum who raise them, and seems to be a current fancy with several families in church as well. And as it so happens, our priest just got 8 chickens himself. They already have 4 dogs, so are as mentally-wanting as we are. In the city. Chickens. Huh. I think either Gary or we collectively are nuts to even be having this conversation. I ask him why and he says he likes the colors of the eggs, and then laughs and says that maybe finally we can have something living here that gives a return. I site the Pugs as being my babies and he kindly backs off a bit.
We have no sense at all. This is why we have eight kids, 4 dogs, one conure, and a small house. We love lots of activity around us---meaning bodies and beating hearts---but aren't very realistic in what being adults requires. We're both the same in that respect. What a pair we are.
(photo of cluttery kitchen awhile back...looks the same today!)
