Hi everyone. How was your weekend?
Me? Oh mine was kindda like this …
My website crapped out,
My desire to ever make dinner as long as I live crapped out.
My coop building energy crapped out.
And my chickens crapped out. All over my backyard. Crap. Everywhere.
And then something miraculous happened.
A couple of kind strangers offered to rescue my website,
My fella made and cleaned up after all meals, all weekend,
My sister appeared out of the blue, tools in hand to spend 16 hours helping me build the coop.
(Nothing changed with the chicken crap. It’s still everywhere.)
And suddenly my weekend was lookin’ more like this …
All without the help of this …
Or this …
Or this …
But, thank God for this.
Look, a girl can’t make it through a multi-leveled crisis without a little help. And Ruffled chips are completely different from plain ones in case you were wondering.
It left me with a funny feeling at the end of the weekend. Being helped so much. I’m not what you’d call good with help. I like to do things myself. It’s a personality flaw. I think a lot of us are like that.
Not really willing to ask for help, but terribly glad when it’s offered to us.
So thank you kind strangers.
Thank you fella.
(I swear to you I cannot find any pictures of this man wearing clothing)
Thank you sister.
Thank you potato chips.
I couldn’t have done it without you. Well, technically I could have. But there would have been a lot more swearing.