Chicken Little, three-going-on-four, has learned a new word. She’s been working hard to insert it in as many sentences as possible. I need to go to bed right now, dammit. Where is my ducky blanket, dammit? Dammit, I hate oatmeal. Dammit, I want to catch a butterfly! Meanwhile, Chicken Noodle, five-going-on-six, is writing her own…
Check out Hunting For Pumpkins in Central Oregon, in Travel Oregon. (and just look at those cute chickens!)
For all the thematic tension I managed to milk from my looming 40th birthday in the course of this blog, as it actually loomed large, I barely mentioned it. (Can anyone say denial?) Well, anyway, it was yesterday. Tra la la! As for how it feels and all of that, I will only say, you…
Me: Today, we listen to 80s music. Chicken Little: What is that? Chicken Noodle: I don’t know.