I Went Back to Ohio ...

So, you know all of those jokes about hillbillies with goats and chickens walking around their houses?

Yeah, my family is single-handedly working to keep those stories perpetuated. There are chickens in my sister’s living room. Real, live ones.




Um. So.

It's pretty clear that something is a-foot* (chicken foot) and my assistance is needed, so I went back to Ohio for a bit to chill with the family.

I know it's been quiet in these parts lately, anyway; there have been a lot of moving pieces to wrangle.

I'm not saying I’ve got all of the pieces corralled, but I'm pretty handy with a rope (you know what I'm talking about, Hilary. Hot cha cha!), so I'm certain we'll get everything figured out. Thank God we've got some shine brewing in the shed.

To all my D.C. peeps, I'll be in and out (that's what he said) of the area every couple of weeks, and to my Ohio cats, specifically in the Northeast region, let's totally keep it retro and meet up for pancakes. How's Tuesday look for you?

In the Comments section, tell me if you'd like to meet up for pancakes.

*The chicks, which were hatched from eggs in an incubator, were actually my nephew's project for the local homeschooling science fair. He won a ribbon and free bird flu vaccination from CVS. Score!

They're now going to my other sister's farm which has a chicken coop -- an entire house just for chickens. Crazy.

I may or may not kidding about the shine, though.