Wednesday, Wednesday

Today has been one of those days when I look around and say "What did I actually do all day?"


I know I did something because I am tired. We had to go to the feed store to buy chicken feed, to the Piggly Wiggley to buy milk and creamer, and then later to CVS because Tyler has had a headache all day and I needed some Tylenol.


I also helped Abbie deep clean her room. Cooked supper (well, the meatloaf is cooking as I write) and got on to James for coloring on my living room walls. He got over in a corner beside the couch and just had a good ole time with that red crayon. I'm pretty sure he won't do that again. Hopefully. You never know with him.


I also had to take care of the remains of another dead chicken. Charlotte bit the bitter pill sometime last night. I have no idea why. And another has a very unladylike condition that I won't mention for modesty reasons. Really, I am flabbergasted. We are doing the same thing with these chicks as we did we the others and we did not lose one.


I was chatting on the phone with my sister and mentioned to her this day's chicken problems. She told me she never would have dreamed I would be on the phone with her one day talking about going to the feed store and taking care of hen's unladylike problems. Me either. I always wanted a house in the country and chickens and such, but I never really thought about actually doing all the work.


And by the way, my sister Jill, is off work this week and she should be putting up a new hilarious post daily. But she is slacking off. You all should go over and get on to her.


Oh, and I wanted to write this down so I won't forget it. When we start to go somewhere Matt and Abbie start yelling, "Shotgun!" trying to to outdo each other for the front seat. James always yells, "Carseat!" I guess he is afraid someone is going to try to take his car seat from him.