Awww, poor chickens...
When my carrot cake is done, I will slice it and serve it!
I am still on my coffee spree so...

Well seeing as bathroom duty has been filled, maybe you could be the dance instructor? lol

Ohhhh, I think that's a great idea!! Dance dance dance!

*spin* *spin* *dip*

I could teach dancin' to doo-wop.

And a *dosey doe* just for good measure!

Two dance instructors then... cool!

That's square dancin', starbucks! Do you know how to do the Lindy?

Wondergirl, I'm so glad you found us here!

Sorry for your chickens...

My understanding was that you live in the suburbs... where do you keep your chickens?

I have a big back yard, Sneeze. How else would I be able to have farm-fresh eggs in the morning if I didn't have chickens?? The neighbors are getting a little upset when the rooster crows around 6, but it's time for them to get up for work anyway.

I brought along a stack of 45s including that all-time all-timer... TA DA!.
The original 1954 megahit by the Penguins... TA DA!. "Earth Angel"!! Yyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy!!

*twirl* *twirl*

The lady down the stree, we buy our fresh farm eggs for $2.25... :)
Make me very very happy!
I want to dance!! Spin lalalalalala

OoO... fresh eggs... I'm jealous.

The only "fresh eggs" I get are the organic eggs from whole foods down the street. Sad.

When the eggs are still warm from bein' under the hen and have chickensh!t and straw stuck on 'em, you KNOW they're fresh! Yum! And do those yolks ever stand up!

Um... not so sure about the chickensh!t... but I'll take your word for it.

Oh my goodness, I am so glad she washes them before she sells them.
We were going to make our own coop this summer, but not sure I am up to it!
Gross Wondergirl... LOL

Yup, we chicken people wash that off before we break the eggs, Sneeze. Hain't you ne'er bin on a chicken farm, boy? Those hens, they sure hate to have their eggs snatched too. Woowie, do they ever peck when you reach under 'em to steal out of their nest!

So do I get the dancin' job??

*hop* *twirl* *dip*

Sadly, I have no idea... I was born in the city, my childhood was in tropical paradise, and then I grew up in the city... I'm a city boy. Can't leave my apartment without my phone, palm pilot, and iPod... sometimes my laptop.. It's sad... I know.

Would you like some fresh eggs? I'll wash 'em first, just for you. Maybe that will make you feel better, city boy.

Yes please.

And yes of course you get the job! Who would?!

Will I have to teach those guys over at that table to dance? They already look hot and sweaty.

What yee talking about , I in dublin looking 4 conversation

Hey, dlee, you want to learn how t' do the Lindy?