I'm debating scrambling some eggs to follow up that proper breakfast of a brownie I had earlier... (Oh what would my mother say?
) And the chickens sure would love the left overs.
They would look like this when they saw me walking up with a plate:
Of course, they just had a massive breakfast of corn and the white broccoli nasty stuff that was dinner last night. It's a vegetable so I thought I should at least try it. Nope. Still don't like it.
(I think perhaps I should warn others that I tend to speak with pictures, and more often than naught, my post contains one. Be it smiley or an actual photograph.)
Oh I need more coffee...
The lady on Good Morning CBS or something of the like is also named Maggie. They're cooking right now and keep saying, "Maggie, you can have some ice cream (or other nondescript delicious food) if you like," And I think, "Don't mind if I do." Then I realize I'm not on their show and I don't have any ice cream in the house.
That top picture reminds me of yesterday when Lucifer (my roo) and I were sitting on the front porch, rocking in a rocking chair, watching the sun rise and my dog ( who is a trained death dealer to all things small and furry/fuzzy) was quite curious about the rooster in my lap. She got a little too close for comfort so Lucifer suddenly snapped her nose! She jumped back and her butt hit the door, then she sprang forward and sprinted off. She wouldn't come within 20 yards of me while I had the rooster. I don't think Lucy needs to worry about her anymore. She was fine, just shocked. The last time a bird did that to her, it was a pheasant and that was the end of that bird.
I need some motivation...
I need to feed chickens, vacuum, take a shower and head to the hospital so I can pick up my RXs.
I really HATE going to the Army hospital here, it's always stacked full of sick people and not enough pharmacists!
BTW I need my regular meds, I'm not sick...
That's why I hate going there and being exposed to all the germs!