Life for the chicken has not been the same since her lips touched Mac n' Cheese. She can really strap on the feedbag when those little orange noodles are in front of her.
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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