So hubby made an awful lot of clattering noises in the kitchen this morning while making himself breakfast. As I stumbled to the coffeemaker (NOT a morning person) he cheerfully told me his coworker finally brought him in a dozen farm eggs ... although it was down to ten already. He warned me to get some while the getting's good because he has no intention of being any more restrained than the first time when he tore through half a dozen in two mornings
Oh yeah, I will definitely be getting layers once we move ... I'll bet he even helps frame the coop to hurry it along.
