I got a rather interesting pose of my chickens – what do you think is being expressed here?
How the heat has effected our place.
The dogs – only go out to do business and then promptly retreat back into the house and onto the vents.
The chickens – when brought snacks will pick them up and run back to the shade; under the deck, in the pine tree, the broken sprinkler, and only come out for brief moments for substance.
The humans – only go outside when needed and when we do sweat off 10 pounds but quickly replace it with 10 gallons of liquid apron our returning indoors to rehydrate!
I’m a peaceful person- truly I am. My Mind on the other hand needs reeling in something. It would be nice if I could run from her mayhem. I laugh way to hard at those Allstate commercials.
Me: Everybody hates me. Nobody likes me.
Dirk: So the world ‘is’ out to get you.
Me: It would have to acknowledge my existence first to make that work.
I’m beginning to think that all the sassy people are no where near me – nobody gets me but my Mind.
Dirk and I were discussing the latest zombie thread on Facebook – you are being attacked and the first thing you grab to your right is your weapon, can you survive?
I grabbed my Apple Pencil- all ready to stab anything that comes close. Dirk grabs a bottle of olive oil.
Me:*bust up laughing *
Dirk: Maybe I can pour it on the floor and hope for a quick escape.
Me: Or maybe you can poor it over yourself and become a greased pig that they can’t catch.