Saturday, November 12, 2011
"Okay, so I am suppose to do what with these big orange things?" asked Bethel.
"You want me to eat them?" Bethel inquired.
"Well, they really taste bitter, kinda like tree bark," remarked Bethel.
"Good grief sis, your suppose to eat the orange stuff, not the stem. Didn't you listen to anything Mom told you?" Brother Wilmington said.
"No, I was busy looking cute and fluffy," Bethel replied.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
It has been 2 weeks since an egg was laid in the chicken coop. I used my last eggs to make Halloween cupcakes for my homeroom students. This is pathetic when I have 15 chickens living in a $1,100 Amish built chicken coop and eating Purina chicken feed. I believe they are taking advantage of me. I need to take charge....its time to ruffle their feathers.......dish out some threats......therefore I am annoucing that.......
..........one of them is going to be the Thanksgiving Day bird if I don't get a dozen eggs within a week!
Don't even try to run..... you chicken! A threat is a threat and times are lean so everyone must do their part! I hate a farm slacker. They will probably mock me even more and not even give me eggs to make stuffing......creeps. Whatever, one way or another I will get my eggs. I am in charge of this farm!
Don't worry Wilimington, I would never threaten the sheepies to be Thanksgiving Day dinner.
Okay, I lied. I did tell Ripton the other day when he was beating the crap out of the gate again I was going to make a meal out of him. He doesn't need to know that the only meat I eat is chicken and pork.
Gosh, all of this stress for a few flippin' eggs!!!!!!!