You know the kind of day I’m talking about:
The kind that starts with another trip to the grocery store at 7am because exactly 50% of the items you bought last night in a jet-lagged state were somehow left on the conveyer belt and never even made it into your car and then ends with two live chickens in a cat carrier being transported from a Starbucks parking lot in Seattle across Puget Sound to your chicken coop?
You know, that kind of day?
Let me back this up a little bit:
The grocery store run is fairly self-explanatory. That is exactly how it went down. As I was preparing Olivia’s lunch this morning (she has requested caprese salads, her newfound love from Italy) I realized the tomatoes had gone MIA.
Followed by the basil.
And the garlic for tonight’s dinner.
And the bananas.
And the list goes on.
I searched high and I searched low. Then I searched the grocery list and found that while all of these items made it into and out of our cart, not a single one was actually purchased.
It’s one of life’s mysteries. Far be it for me to question.
And then, the chickens. Oh-for-the-love. THE CHICKENS.
While we were relaxing in Italy, we received this note from our neighbors:
Go ahead and say it. The universe is definitely trying to send us a sign that we should really reconsider this whole chicken farming endeavor.
Should we listen? YES.
Do we listen? NO.
Enter Craigslist. After a quick search, I find a woman selling not one but TWO chickens that look just like our beloved Goldie Hen (RIP).
Do we need two more chickens? NO.
Do we get them both anyway? YES.
And this is how I arrived at the most awkward, I-feel-like-I’m-commiting-some-strange-crime exchange of goods-for-money that I have every experienced.
To make matters worse, the drug-sniffing dog at the ferry terminal kept stopping at my car and making several repeat passes before moving on. I have no idea if there are poultry-transport laws in the good state of Washington, but if there are, I surely broke all of them.
After all of these (mis)adventures, I did manage to get my scheduled run in for the day: it was another 3-miler. I did the same route in the same time (38 minutes).
In summary, Mom, if you’re reading this, I’m just going to come right out and say it. I forgot to call my doctor today about my hip. It has been moved to TOP POSITION on tomorrow’s to-do list.
What did you have for lunch today? I had, um, chicken and I feel so wrong.
But still, I’d love to hear from you!