Friends, I kid you not when I tell you that this new year and all my resolutions are killing me, positively killing me. All the exercising, organizing, making lists of lists, and whatnot...it's turning me into a grumpier old shrew, I tell you. And so it's no mystery to me why people ditch these wild ideas by mid January.
But I press on, for now.
As most of you know all too well, it's been snappy cold these last few days. Goodness gracious. But surprisingly, my chickens are taking it all in stride and have been unusually productive with egg-laying. I highly suspect, however, that they've heard the rumors of a new crew of chicks coming this spring...so they're on their best behavior. (My plan is working out perfectly!)
And on that note, the chick catalogs are starting to arrive, which means spring is almost here, right?
And speaking of chickens, Isaiah is on a new kick of asking me if I want to feel his muscles, then whips off his shirt with bursting manly-man pride.
He's a stud.
Well, I need to get my chicken dinner on the table. Have a great Wednesday evening, folks!