A Few Funnies FMonday,

because every blogger knows a title is better with a little alliteration.

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You all remember the awesome fence we built for our dear chickens.

Sunday morning I went out to give them a fruity frozen treat I made a couple of months ago.  Rounding the corner, I found three chickens running around outside of the fence.

Did you catch that?

The chickens managed to get out of our redneck, impenetrable fence!!

Normally, I would just chalk this up as another pain in my rear to take care of, but this time I had a horrible thought.

I have always, always told you chickens aren't the brightest bulbs in the light factory.  Hands down, they are the dumbest animals on the planet. 

And yet, they have managed to outsmart us and our fence.

What, exactly, does that say about us?!?!?!

Nothing good, I'll tell you that much.

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We do these thankful posts each weekend, and some people say they have difficulty writing them.   I realized this morning that I will never have this problem.  I walk by an outhouse every single morning on my way to the chickens.  Every single morning I say a little prayer.  "Thank you, God, for creating a man smart enough to invent indoor plumbing."

I talk big about paring down and going back to old ways.  Let's be clear.  I don't mean I want to go back that far.

I always have that list of modern conveniences in my back pocket in case I ever have a really, really bad week and am in need of some things of thankful.

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You know those expressions posters hospitals and schools put up to help people describe their pain or emotions?

Well, seems Turken feels our family needs one to rate our anger.  He drew these yesterday...

Sorry about the odd shapes.  Our scanner isn't the best.



Super happy.  Notice the large eyes and big smile.



Smaller eyes, kind of a smirk. 

Little eyes, flat mouth.  Clearly not happy.

Itty bitty eyes, large, red mouth.  Full-on angry.

"But what are those things on the noses?" you ask.

Those would be nostrils.  Apparently, as you get angrier, your nostrils get bigger, until they are so big they hang all the way down to your lips.

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Lastly, remember that dog brush I couldn't find and even put a reward up for its return?  Yeah, I ended up having to buy a new one, as Roy had gotten into some burs.  I spent about 40 minutes brushing out enough hair to make wigs for a few hairless cats. (Kristi???)  Almost 48 hours later, to the minute, Buttercup came running into the house yelling, "Look what I found!!  It was on a shelf in the garage!!!"
Yup.  The old dog brush.
So, when I come to you all and ask where I put the dog brush, please, please remember this day.  Remember that I told you the dog's brush is on the shelf above Buttercup's cubby in the mud room.

You will be my best friend.  (Crossing my fingers it's you, Kris, and we get to stay BFFs.)

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Anything funny or "funny" happen at your house recently??

Have a lovely day!