Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
I remember that look! The only time we were allowed to use the front door was when the kitchen floor was wet. Otherwise it was the back door and don't slam the screen-door either!
Oh I can so relate to this. Everyone and their mamma wants to walk on my wet floor. Even though I give fair warning...get your snack now or you'll have to wait. No one moves (including Punkerpuss the cat) until that dang floor is wet!
Sometimes I just want to give up keeping the kitchen floor clean! No matter how much I try, there is always mud, feathers and leaves on it! I would love to have a "mud room"!
OK. Now that is funny.
ReplyDeleteCracked me up too, Vicki! :o)
DeleteI remember that look! The only time we were allowed to use the front door was when the kitchen floor was wet. Otherwise it was the back door and don't slam the screen-door either!
ReplyDeleteThe front door was only used for company when we were kids. Our old screen door had a wonderful squeaky sound!
DeleteOh I can so relate to this. Everyone and their mamma wants to walk on my wet floor. Even though I give fair warning...get your snack now or you'll have to wait. No one moves (including Punkerpuss the cat) until that dang floor is wet!
ReplyDeleteSometimes I just want to give up keeping the kitchen floor clean! No matter how much I try, there is always mud, feathers and leaves on it! I would love to have a "mud room"!
DeleteLol:))
ReplyDeleteThat's the look I give Hubby if he has mud on his boots! - LOL!
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