Dec. 19
Alas, this post has LITTLE to do with chickens. I had a small Christmas party last night and wanted to share some festive fotos. The party was mainly an excuse to eat some homemade pizza and sample a few bottles of vino. The tree was decked out in twinkly tinsel.
I was minding my own business in a beautiful field, when they murdered me with an ax!
Our daughter brought over another specimen for inspection. This one smelled nice and had great 70s hair. Very sweet kid with nice manners. (They’re getting better folks!)
Was every male child born in the late 80s named Justin?
Rowdy was completely exhausted after entertaining the guests.
Being cute is so much harder than it looks.
I guess I should include at least one picture of chickens for this entry.
These kind don't poop on the kitchen counter!
I Hope everyone enjoys my birthday! For my gift, Jim let the chickens down at 5:30 this morning for me and made the coffee. I slept in until 6:00!!! You just can’t wrap a present like that! 🙂
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HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY DAY!!!! (ps…that is one FAT tree!!)
Thanks my friend. Maybe one day you can visit the girls in person. We would love that!
This had us chuckling…I almost wrote clucking! We enjoyed your Christmas letter sooo much! Have a great holiday!
Well, I’m a day late — but Happy Birthday Debbie. — Rob
Why Rob, I am honored that you read the chickendiary! Thank you for the birthday wishes.