The chicklets never get angry, well, except when it comes to factory farms, eating and wearing animals, and all other forms of abuse, torture and death. But I think I’m disappointing them by not finding time to paint them, while they are having their Halloween party.
I haven’t been this busy since….UH, a really long time ago. Between the landscaping, the cat house, and nine million other things I have to do, I’m finding there aren’t enough hours in the day. The chicklets offered to help me find them, the hours that is, but I told them, “Good luck.”
I’m not quite running on empty but getting there. Have something to do all day tomorrow and hope I might be able to get to the grocery store on Saturday, then I think I’m clear for a couple of days. All I have right no are frozen Eggo’s and water, oh and lots of bread, which is probably headed for the garbage can because I keep buyingnew bread and sticking it in the freezer, cuz I can’t eat a whole loaf of bread while it’s still brand new. So right at this moment I’m having a blast, being stressed and while I know it will be over soon…my chicklets are softly pecking at me and telling me to get my act together.
So, I apologize to the chicklets, who deserve better but, having said that, they are excited because my granddaughter just found a caterpillar, is in love with him, and named him Jerry. The chicklets immediately invited Jerry to the Halloween party, but it’s not going to happen. He said there are too many beings that that might eat him. I told him that would never happen at The Coop, but he still has reservations, so only time will tell.
Anyway…the party has started…let the fun begin.
on October 30, 2022