I was driving through town yesterday when I saw something that made my heart race and my palms sweat. It was a handwritten sign with my favorite two words (next to "ice" + "cream") scrawled on it with black magic marker ...
I know I need more stuff like I need a hole in my head, but I had to stop ... I just had to! I mean what's a card carrying, old stuff-loving, Mama Hen suppose to do? Pass up an opportunity for the chance to procure some vintage-y goodness? I think not.
That reminds me, I forgot to mention the intruder we had in the farmhouse last week. One of Boy Wonder's chickens somehow got in the backdoor while we were heading out for the day. How we didn't see it remains a mystery, but several hours later we came home to a house that had had a crazed chicken locked inside all day ... not good folks, not good at all! There was chicken ...ahem...doo doo all over my kitchen floor, but even worse ... the bugger made it's way into the dining room and broke one of my favorite pieces of milk glass and a bunch of antique Christmas ornaments... grrr! I was one very unhappy Mama Hen, let me tell ya!The Geek insisted our "new" trailer needed this bad boy.
Gosh, I love that man ... he loves old things as much I do. Good thing too, 'cuz neither one of us is getting any younger :)
"An archeologist is the best husband any woman can have: the older she gets, the more interested he is in her."
Agatha Christie
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Time to invite that chicken for Sunday dinner.
Yeah, I do believe I may have mentioned that possibility to Boy Wonder upon discovering the damage that blasted chicken had done :) We're still getting glass out of the piano keys (the milk glass had been sitting on the piano)!!!!
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