Getting Back to My Roots
I can't remember if I've mentioned this before, but we've gone all Green Acres and gotten us some chickens. They're surprisingly cool to have actually, but they are a total pain in the ass when you have a nice entry porch that wasn't really designed for chicken shit. Or the chickens eating all of Marcy's fabulously designed english garden plants. Those little bastards get up on the deck every morning with a newspaper and cut some weight. If they weren't so cute and friendly I'd be temped to do a little kick the baby with them.
Ok, nuff nonsense. I've actually got a race this weekend so I'll have something real to blog about come Monday. Yay me!