
Juliet was definitely a girl-brained moron... just goes to prove that we ALL could use a sassy gay friend around to snap us back to reality now and again.
Because lets be real, love can make us girl-brained morons do some pretty crazy stuff.
Wednesday, June 23 : Welcome to my world famous mother-lovin' blog!
"That's right, I've always been one to count my chicks before the hatch... " and "Chicks, you've been counted. Consider this your notice."
Wednesday, June 23: How fluffy little drops of adorableness sent me to the brink
I don't think I need to provide examples here of when chickens were mentioned, considering the whole experience of having 3 dozen chirping, blood-craving chicks running around my office and under my feet was bad enough and accurately described in this entry.
Thursday, June 24: Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner, This is God Talking

Anyway, the completion of this post will bring my chick count up to 4 out of 5... not pretty. I mean, I could have at least picked something cool to carry as a theme throughout the site... like ninjas or wolverines or raptors or rabid hamsters or something. Dang.
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