Just in case you missed it (and there's a pretty good chance you did because I only sent out Christmas cards to people I had easy access to their addresses - a.k.a. - last year's Christmas cards), consider yourself included in receiving my Christmas card!
Incidentally, Scott's head still hurts a lot. Alyssa was offered at least one full ride scholarship to one college. Also, no segue whatsoever but I saw my friend that got chickens the same time I did and asked her, "What are you doing with your anxiety disorder? Umm. I mean, your chickens?" I did a quick save, though. Or maybe dug a little deeper. I concluded aloud that, when given the option of therapy or getting chickens, therapy is cheaper.
That said, I'd get the ladies if given the choice all over again. We're nearly at the tipping point of evening out the cost of the two choices. Gathering eggs is like having Christmas all year long. It never gets old nor ceases to surprise and amaze me when I open the little door at the back of the coop to find eggs.
Before you judge me I want you to remember that my eccentricity would be considered darling 20 years ago.
I choose that I'm darling.
And a Happy New Year.