about ordering chickies for 2012, I immediately screamed at my mom about it and went to their website and planned the breeds I wanted. I sat there with my budgie Sunny and planned to get everything exactly right. And by "planned" I mean staring at the computer making weird noises at the cuteness of the chickies. Sunny thought I was really weird. Anyway, I planned and planned and planned, but at the same time, I was thinking Who am I kidding? There's no way I'm getting chickies. I need a few miracle to happen before that. This is what I asked Sunny: HOW AM I GOING TO SANELY LIVE????????????? And it's not just about being "immature and weird" either. I really want chickens. I probably want them more than most of you. And still, I'm one of the only ones who don't have chickens. Last year, when I waited for over half the year in nervous anticipation, setting up the brooder and staring at it's warm light. I set it up in my room in June. I didn't care how hot it was or how annoying the red light would be when I was sleeping, I didn't care. When my mom told me she canceled the order, I was just hours away from getting what I wanted more than anything else in the world. I don't even know how many times I've cried about this anymore. All I know is that I need chickens.