Chicken Run

I feel like I lost a day. I think I was so overwhelmed by the new addition I kinda lost track of things. We have taken about 5000 photo booth photos and laughed so hard at most of them we couldn't see. oh well, I think I'm coming out of it a little today.

We did have a busy day yesterday though. We went to town and did some grocery shopping for GK. I came home with the back of the wagon loaded and he just shook his head and asked what the hell he was gonna do with all that "gawdammmed" food. As we brought it in he started going through and unloading all the bags onto the counter saying....oh, that looks pretty good, oh, I like that, Oh that will taste good, oh, I haven't had that in a while, yeah, you got some pretty good stuff here. : )
Needless to say, he is pleased with the new inventory.

Ok, this was the big faux pass.
The decision to let the chickens "free range" again. I must say it was my fault. I feel sorry for the chickens. I wanted them to be able to feel the wind on their face and the grass under their feet. Mike begrudgingly went along with it. I said, we will clip thier wings so they wont fly over the fence. He said "ok". I said, they won't get out THROUGH the fence. WHY would they want out of this beautiful field. He said, "whatever"...... I said tear down those walls Mike! He said, "alright".
It was a glorious sight. All those little happy chickens, free at last from the wire that had for so long been holding them back from the freedom they so desired. I sat and watched as the chickens frolicked in the fresh spring air, reasurring Mike what a wonderful thing it was he had done. We sat for a long time before we went back in the house. Just watching the chickens.
It was about 6:30 when it happened.
Wyatt came running in the house to say that the chickens were out of the field. It couldn't be. Why. Why would they have left. Why would they BETRAY me and the trust I had in them.
Those fuggin chickens.
The chase was on. We were armed with salmon nets and or own primal inginuity. We could catch all those stupid chickens, big deal. Let me just say this. It was after eight when we got back in the house. The chickens had won. Oh, they were all back in thier hen house, but the joke was on us. They had conspired and won. They truely had tasted freedom and proven that man is not necessarily smarter than beast, but sometimes, just sometimes, husband may be smarter than wife.

We had a late dinner and all ate in the living room to watch a movie. Borat. Hmmm. What to say about Borat. Some parts of it were so funny I thought I would pee. Other parts were so cuttingly true about what bafoons Americans can be was almost shameful. Wyatt loved the bathroom humor, but some of it was above what he maybe should have seen. It was entertaining, parts of it very funny. Would I watch it again? I'm not sure.
This afternoon, I think we are going to watch Flyboys with the neighbor.

Dohn and Jonna are coming over for an early dinner today. I am making Julie's famed pulled pork sandwiches with her top secret cole slaw. I put the pork roast in at about 7:30 this morning and have the oven set really low. The house already smells good.
Mike just took GK the paper and Wyatt is watching cartoons.
Another Sunday in the Park :