Today ends my two weeks of chicken-sitting. And in some weird way, I really enjoyed my time with the “Nobama Chickens.” Not like I did much - I just changed their water, fed them, and collected their eggs every day. And despite the fact that it was miserably wet and cold most of the time, and I had several escapees, my time with the chickens was quite enjoyable.
My parent’s fridge have about four dozens eggs in there right now. I have about two dozen in my fridge. And I gave away about 1 dozen. So. . . we have a lot of eggs and I’m trying my best not to waste them. I think, however, I need to stop with the cookie baking, especially considering my favorite chocolate chip cookie recipe only calls for one egg!
I love practical gifts, so last night when eppie told me that he got me a birthday present that I’m going to really like, I was skeptical.
“Is it something I’ve asked for?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
Not a good sign - I generally don’t like things I don’t ask for because I don’t like “stuff.” Stuff really irritates me, which is why throwing things out is one of my favorite hobbies.
But Eppie surprised me this morning. I opened the plastic bag (hey, he’s a man) and in it was a. . . drum roll please. . . a camera bag! I was so delighted. “Oh. I really do need one of these. Good thinking.”
Want to know what I’ve been using all these years to keep my camera in? I fluffy, pink sock. Is that embarrassing or what? Nothin’ like pulling a pink sock out of your purse everytime you want to take a picture of your child.
Our flickr account won’t accept anymore pictures until January, so we won’t be posting any pictures until the new year. Don’t be sad - Here are some funny quotes to keep you happy until then:
Holly: Who’s coming soon?
Lizzie: Santa Clause!
Holly: And what’s he going to do when he gets here?
Lizzie: Exercise!
Daniel: Dad, you love internets.
While driving in the car, Lizzie was really upset and wanted to turn the car around to go back home:
Daniel: Lizzie. Lizzie. Don’t cry. We’re driving in the shape of a “P”, so we’ll be home soon. (then whispering to mom and dad) “It’s okay. She doesn’t even know what a “P” looks like.
I was driving in the car with Daniel listening to a fun song. I was unknowingly shaking my shoulders back and forth to the beat of the music. Daniel then said:
Mom, I’m doing the same thing that you are doing with your shoulders, only I’m doing it with my butt-cheeks.
Daniel: I think that the government should take all the bad people and put them in one state. Don’t you think?
Holly: Well, I guess that would be nice. You know, when we die God kind of does that — He puts the good people in Heaven and the bad people in a place called Hell.
Daniel: Oh. What is Hell like?
Holly: It’s just a very, very miserable place.
Daniel: Why? Is it because they don’t have big, fluffy cloud chairs there like they do in Heaven?
Daniel: Mom, you have two options. You need to either sell Elizabeth to a brown-haired family, or you need to dye her hair. We can’t have a blondie in a family of brownies. It just looks odd.
