You might not know this about me, but my motto has always been, “Never miss a good testicle convention.” And it looks like I missed this one. What a disappointing day.
KMM (that’s “Karen, Mary’s Mom” for those of you not in the know) said that she had a ball. But she’s kind of a nut.
Okay, I’m done. Not really, but I won’t subject you all to any more.
The first year we were married, Meat’s grandma gave me a chick from one of her hens and chicks. She pulled it out and told me all I’d have to do was stick it in the ground. Well, that chick sat in my truck for a couple days. I thought it was done for but I stick it in a pot anyway. Seven years later, I have 4,006,452 of them! I also have tons of little 2 inch terra cotta pots and saucers from our wedding reception. So I did what anyone would do. I had my kid color a couple pots and put a chick in each one. Here’s an example of her work.
Have you ever wondered how one little hen could make all those chicks without a rooster in sight?
I found this little tea cup and saucer at a garage sale for a buck. The saucer is 3 or 4 inches across. I can’t remember where KMM found the spoon, but I remember that it set her back 10 cents.
I couldn’t figure out why that one was so droopy. The mystery was solved when I got home today. Shelby was walking around with the chick. She likes to plant stuff, but she also likes to unplant stuff.