Now that our budget is tight I’ve noticed that I shop differently. I can’t stop looking at the prices, my decisions our based more on what’s cheaper than what’s good for me. Why should being poor require you to choose poorly?
A few weeks ago our chickens started laying their eggs in wilds places – our neighbors pasture weeds, under the pine tree, under our deck – every day we got to have our own little Easter egg hunt because the heat had become unbearable in their coop. One of their nests under the deck is hard to reach and I wasn’t able to get one the other day. The next morning I came out to find that the hens had pushed the egg out for me.
At least my birds love me!
My Mind: Or is this their way of giving you a bird?
So tonight my husband took me out to eat at a local diner and in the six miles we drove we were passed three times! Trust me – we were not speeding or Sunday driving and there was no reason for the lunatics to be in such a rush – no zombies or atom bombs were chasing us.
After dinner, we were greeted by the full moon coming over the mountains. It suddenly clicked as to why the crazies were out.
I remembered an old joke about a couple who were traveling when the call of nature hit urgently, and the only place they could find was a biker bar. As they asked where the bathroom was, they could feel all faces on them.
‘It’s upstairs on your left they were told’ – the wife took off, leaving the husband behind to deal the loud and rough group in the room. Entering the first left-hand door, she was surprised to find a small room with only a tin can sticking out of the floor, but she could not stop – she had to go.
Finished with her dirty deed, she was glad to have her purse and extra supplies so she could clean up before returning downstairs but that is when she noticed how quiet it was. Afraid for her husband’s life she hurried down to find the bar empty and smelling rank. It was by far the worst bar she had ever been in and would certainly be leaving a nasty comment about it. Heading outside she found her husband along with all the bar patrons in animated conversation while spraying themselves down with water.
As it was a hot day, she thought maybe it was some kind of fun activity and joined her husband. After the wash down the men starting talking about the incident.
‘Which incident,’ she asked.
The men look at her in disbelief. ‘Where were you when the Shit hit the fan?’
That was the joke, but I have always wondered what happened after that. My life right now seems to be at that stage – crap everywhere, and I’m not sure how or where to start the clean-up. Sometimes I wish I could be like the monkeys from Madagascar – ‘Of course, we are going to fling poo’ or ‘If you have poo, fling it now.’ At least I could get rid of it.