Fodder for Foxworthy

After vacation, Andrea and I came home to an interesting voicemail message. It was our neighbor. He wanted to know if we had lost a chicken. We had not, in fact, lost any chickens...we did not have any to lose. So Andrea called our neighbor to inform them of such. But before just leaving it at that, Andrea had to inquire as to whether this particular chicken had laid any eggs...you know...just in case.

Also, over the weekend, Andrea and I broke (or upheld, depending upon perspective) our long-standing rule about leaving the house on Saturday. When we leave the house on Saturdays, we normally come home with less money than we left with. Andrea picked up a stand-mixer, as a replacement for our bread machine that had gone bad. I was much impressed at how Bed Bath and Beyond dealt with the return of a machine that was defective, but had also seen a good deal of use. But before we could leave it at that, we also had to run by The Home Depot and get a "wheeled trimmer."

A wheeled trimmer is basically a 22" wide weed-wacker with wheels. Its what rednecks use to find their missing automobiles. It did an excellent job of taming the waist-high flora that was populating the ditch in front of our house.

The only thing missing was a round of target practice at some old beer cans.