First . . 24+ hours without a snake! That’s great! See . . life is all about perspective. Who would ever think that going 24 hours without having to kill a snake was good news? 🙂
Second, the mean chicken is still alive. I’m not in the frame of mind right now to deal with cleaning a chicken so she lives . . probably until I feel like doing what has to be done.
Now . . the blog post . . carrying on a conversation with Vince is sometimes the most entertaining thing you can imagine. Not always . . just sometimes!
The other evening we were headed to town and we were going to pick up food to bring home. We also had to go to Wal-Mart, Home Depot and I didn’t have a clue where else.
Me: Should we run the errands first and then get the food?
Vince: No, we’ll get the food first.
Me: I’m not sure I want to leave it in the car that long.
Vince: It’s hot enough . . it will be fine.
Me: 135º?
Vince: Is THAT how hot it was today?
Yes . . Vince . . 135º today! I was cracking up. I’m not saying it won’t get to 135º here . . it often seems like it but no, our high the middle of May is not 135º.
Then he tried to tell me he was talking about how hot it gets inside the car. No . . that was NOT what he was talking about!
Carolyn says
135??? wow that is hot enough. to cook some food! Dinner will be ready by the time you get homeLOL!
Mary Smith says
I forgot to post this comment on the right day. My sister has lived on a farm for over 30 years and she says the best way to take care of grasshoppers is to have guineas, lots of guineas.
She usually has between 6 and 12 guineas at a time.
Bev Gunn says
Wasn’t sure I wanted to read the post when I saw the title-knowing how the two of you have minds working! But, knew it was going to be funny, so I am LOL’ing! Love the humor you guys have, even when unintended by one of you! 🙂
Rebecca in SoCal says
I know I’ve said you do things bigger in Texas, but knew it didn’t get to 135–outside! LOL
(Inside the car, I could believe) 🙁
Susan says
Another great Vince conversation. You could write a book! =)
Theresa says
I think I’d give the mean chicken away. When I was a kid, my grandpa would buy the culls from the local egg farm, 20 at a time, and we’d butcher them, pluck them, clean them and pack them into the freezer– the ones we didn’t eat that day. We were pretty broke then and only got meat a couple times a week, one of those times at Grandpa’s house. So, there’s always craigslist, maybe someone’s family is having as hard a time as ours did.