No, we are not (yet) just like the flower farm people. Alas. But here's a great picture of the way things are around here...
Do you wonder what he's going to do with the chicken next?
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folding up my thoughts and sending them out to you...
Well, hey!
Being the ravings of a lunatic housewife as she attempts to untangle the knotted threads of reality that are wound around our everyday lives.
It's me, Erin. I'm glad you came by.
It's me, Erin. I'm glad you came by.
"Five senses; an incurably abstract intellect; a haphazardly selective memory; a set of preconceptions and assumptions so numerous that I can never examine more than a minority of them-never become even conscious of them all. How much of total reality can such an apparatus let through?"
--C.S. Lewis
--C.S. Lewis
3 comments:
That is so cute. You are like the flower people. Only better because your kids are cuter.
You're getting there! ;-)
Oh oh oh... I miss having chickens! I miss my chicken-having friends! I miss my ward and people! I don't want to be back there, but I sure wish you could all have come with us.
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