It’s not often that we get REAL eggs. These are not from any store. I’m talking about the kind from an actual farm where the chickens flap around free-range style and follow you around like a pack of curious, feathered ferrets.
Moving day has come and gone… again. As if by some astounding, cosmic beaurocratic error, I have moved 4 times in 4 years. I’m gaining a lot of practice, but at something I don’t really want to do. It reminds me of all those years in school when my Mom […]