Last week we were in Mexico. We ate all the tacos. We drank so much soda pop. I bought the biggest glass mixing bowl I have ever seen. We found a dead seagull at the beach and Grant spent about twenty
minutes trying to fling it into the ocean without touching it. I bought another calavera (the black one is the new one).
Where on the scale of cultural appropriation have I landed with the purchasing of the calavera things? Hopefully closer to the "creepy, but I see where you were going" end than the "you are a malignant harvester of other people's identities" end.
All our baby goats are born now, and they're all boys, harrumph. One of Sally's is a roan and we may leave him intact for future siring needs. If so we'll call him Tyrone. The others are all bound for the auction or the chop, and I'm not even going to name any of them this year. None of them have captured my heart like Tex or Roger.
The lazy chickens who have never laid any eggs finally started laying while we were gone. So either they were just really slow developers, or they were eating the entire egg plus shell, or they were too traumatized by last year's skunk attack to start laying before now. Who knows? At least they're finally earning their keep.
2 comments:
love me some Day of the Dead...Maddy carved this for me http://dragon-oma.com/ginnys-kitchen/2013/10/31/jack
WHOA
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