The chicken decided half way through her rice and lentil dinner that it made her gag. She was also really tired. She would grab the spoon, then rub her eyes, grab the spoon, then rub her nose. She cracks me up.
I'm an epicure, in case you're into enneagrams. I couldn't live without an hour of sunshine each day, I'm afraid of the cotton that is shoved into the tops of vitamin bottles, nails on a chalk board don't bother me though. I love the ocean, but I get sea sick on a boogie board.
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