January 4 to January 10
Elli got a flying chicken for Christmas from my friend Kenzie. You’d not believe how excited she gets about this damn thing. He’s got a tubing so you can shoot him sling-shot style and when he lands he makes the loudest, most annoying crowing you ever did hear. She gets so excited before you shoot him, she’s like a coiled spring; whining and begging you to loose him and let ‘er at him. She shoots off like a bat outta hell, then “worries” him, growling and givin’ him the what-for. When she decides she’s killed him, she gives him back so you can make him alive again, and she can kill him all over again. Was this a guess you hadda be there things? Oh, well.
This blanket is older than me. It hung on the back of my Gramma’s couch
for years and years, and now it hangs on the back of mine.
If Gramma saw all the cat/dog hair on it, she’d tsk tsk tsk me fo’ sho’.