I’m here to get something off of my chest, because it’ll never fit on my legs.
Every so often I remember that I have a BLOG! And suddenly I’m dropping everything to get back in touch with my writerly side. I used to do this all the time- get in touch with myself – but as I’ve gotten older I seem to be touching myself less.
Happy New Year! Happy NEW YEAR!!!!~**!!!**~!!! !!! I would bang pots and pans, but I’m too busy TYPING. SO. 2018!! You’re here! The year I’ve been dreaming of the past 18 years has finally arrived and I’m both giddy and nostalgic. 18 years since I made my first human. 18 years and I’ll soon be the owner of an adult!
A year ago I received a wonderful present. A “chocolate box” of 5 chickens! One white, 1 speckled, 1 blonde, 1 black, and an amber-colored Amercauna. The hens had mostly stopped laying and rather than dispatch and eat them, a friend kindly offered them to my husband to give to me as an anniversary gift. YAYYYY!
You know how it feels when you’re so dog-tired you’re almost delusional?