Our current flock of chickens is particularly stupid. We finally brought them over from the old house and set up the coop near the pole barn because a) the barn has running water all winter and 2) when the roosters decide to crow at 6:47 a.m. I won't have the undeniable urge to punch them in the face with a waffle iron.
Would you like to know where they have been roosting? Would you? Too bad. I'm telling you anyway. ON MY FRONT PORCH.
Sweet pickled petunias.
Last night my big girls came out with me in the pitch black and we manually lugged the three roosters down to the coop and locked them in there so at least we could avoid that murder by small kitchen appliance scenario. When we let them out in the morning, they marched right back up to the house. Yay.
A few minutes ago it was full-on hailing. With 45 mile per hour winds. Were the chickens in the coop that we so lovingly built for them and hauled to a brand new house?
Hellz naw! They are trying to climb under the propane tank!
Lord have mercy....
We attempted a family photo shoot on Sunday without a remote shutter clicker thing. Again. That means I had to run to the tri-pod, focus the shot, press the timer button, run back to the group, and then try and get everyone to be looking at the camera and smiling at the same time.
Right after the world's worst photos were taken (couldn't I have put the tripod up high enough? Why is the camera shooting up our nostrils? SMH, dweej. SMH.), this happened:
Yesterday, in an act of real estate desperation, I made a facebook fan page for ye olde House Unseen that's for sale. You know why? Because I want my good sofa and my homeschooling table back, dang it!
We're leaving a few items there so it doesn't look sad and desolate when people tour it, but shoot, mama needs her schtuff. So, you know, say a prayer or seven for the right buyer to see it?
Oh, you know what birds I don't hate right now? The ducks. Despite all the craziness, at least one of them has started laying. Super coolness, especially because Paul, my non-eating wonder said, and I quote, "These are delicious!"
The other night I was trying to make dinner and my sweet baby was fussy and stuffy nosed and just generally pretty miserable. My darling second born offered to try and soothe him so I could cook (she knows how hard cooking is for me under ideal circumstances. Add in a crying baby and you can bet everyone's gonna be eating lettuce dipped in plain yogurt or some such).
A few minutes later, after I realized that the house was quiet, I went to investigate and found this:
Should I get rid of this or try to turn it into something Pinteresting?