It's a nice spring breezy day here. The girls have been out all day. Clever things, they tend to roam in a posse. I go outside every hour or so and count as many as I can see. I was meeting with a client when....
hellooo? anybody home? The main posse decides to visit Mount Olympos directly.
Was it like this for Jehovah when Moses came to the mountain? I think not.
Y'all got anything to eat in there?
I'm not sure about this, so you just keep your distance...
OMG, they let the f'ing dog sleep in here! Do you think they actually READ all those books?
HEY! Get that flash outta my face!
False alarm, girls. That's not where they keep the feed....
My sister (and no doubt other folks) is now having a cow because one of those disease-ridden birds was actually in my house. Like there aren't disease vectors everywhere and like the place doesn't get visited regularly by mice. Which is why I have cats. The only thing I was nervous about was her getting nervous and, well, pooh. So to speak. But she didn't.
Now do I tag this as farm or house?