These shorter days are wreaking havoc on my schedule. Apparently, my body only likes to wake up when it’s light out. It rebels against these dark mornings. This is problematic because if I can’t get up in the dark, I can’t walk or write my chicken stories. There’s not enough time. And do you…
Category: pets
Vi Chronicles: I Found This Bunny For You
Vi lived in the moment, and in all those moments she lived, her goal was to have a good time as often as possible. On Fridays, this generally involved an evening at the local Amvets, feeding quarters into the slot machines and sipping sombreros made of Allen’s Coffee Brandy and milk. When the bar closed,…
Halloween Decorating
It was late. BigB and littlb had gone to bed. Teenager Who Lives in the Basement (TWLITB) was shuffling around in the basement, as usual, and I was sitting in this very same spot just minding my own business. TWLITB popped his head in the office door. “Mom?” “TWLITB?” “What are you doing?” “Nothing much.…
Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs
During a beautiful fall weekend in 2001 the Chicken family hosted an open house. Twenty minutes before the start of the open house, someone saw Algernon streak across the kitchen floor. Algernon was one of S’s three pet mice. The mice were okay, as pets go, except for Algernon, who should have been named Houdini…
Every Fucking Day with Bernie
Hi World, When Teenager-who-lives-in-the-basement (TWLITB) was much younger, he begged me for a pet lizard. Many times over, I said no. I was consistent about it. I didn’t say “maybe”, I didn’t say “When you are older”, I didn’t say “If you promise to take care of it”. I just said no. Reptiles creep me…
Chicken's Consigliere 