Confession

I was telling Hans about Mary Beth's chickens yesterday.

"When I heard about mail order chickens, I suddenly wanted chickens. I've started sizing up my deck for a chicken coop."

"Aren't they loud and smelly?"

"I'm pretty sure. And I have no desire to have birds of any kind. I just want to get chickens in the mail. And have a chicken permit. I wonder if I could get a chicken permit to hang on my wall if I promised never to keep actual chickens."

My shiny objects get weirder every day.

Once again, I wanted to share with you.

Once again, you're welcome.