Family and Chickens. (bock bock)
I like the word swirly, and three hundred sixty-eight sounds like a nice, sturdy number to me. This is how I roll.
My mom and I have made for ourselves quite a little tradition on Tuesday nights: go to barnes & noble for studying and coffee after a light snacky dinner, then go to Walmart and while we’re there get some kind of dinner entree (I always get stouffer’s panini. YUM) listen to echoe’s on NPR on the way home.
It’s these things that I love. Our little family traditions, inside jokes, quirks, idiosyncrasies. Sure, we annoy the crap out of each other sometimes. But living with anyone is annoying from time to time.
I love my family.
Anywho, I finished a book called “Still Life With Chickens” yesterday. I thought it was pretty good. It’s a memoir of a woman who got divorced, moved down the road to a run-down house on the beach, and got 6 chickens along the way.
I now must someday get chickens.