Oh come on Kathi. You call this a POST? What happened? Did you actually go to sleep last night? I didn’t. Still up and “at ‘em”. If you can call “up and at ‘em” with a big pot of vegetable soup simmering at 6am for supper tonight, and a tendency to wander out onto the front porch and wave at strangers: they, on their way to work, and me, in my shorty jammies with a Marlboro between my lips. No wonder people are trying to find an alternative route to work.
That chicken looks angry. What did you do to him? He looks like he could peck you to death.
Kudos on that corn. My favorite part of summer is corn on the cob. Wrap some bacon around it and throw it on the grill. It’ll make you want to slap your mother.
First of all, I think Dana’s had too much coffee this morning. And I mean that in the NICEST possible way.
Here on the east coast, we say “the corn is Knee-High by the Fourth of July.” Or something like that. The rooster’s eye is MUCH more interesting. Hmmmm. Wonder about that rooster’s KNEE.
Karen, that is why I have e-mailed the rooster photo to Oprah. A veiled warning.
Dana. Go to your room and think about what you have done.
Lola, that is Honi, and he is a handsome fellow, isn’t he?
Toe, that is why I put my corn on the grill without the bacon. The neighbors got tired of me slapping their mothers. By the way, I was just trying to type “Toe” and I first typed “Tow.” But I like “Toe” better. And I need to get that palsy in my hands fixed.
Ellie, the rooster’s knee is much lower. And scaly. Very scaly.
Diana, who knows? It has to pollinate and everything. I have never grown corn before, so I’m just hoping for one triumphant ear at least.
Dana. Have you thought about what you have done? Good. My outside is cleaner than my inside, too. Wait, you meant your HOUSE insides. Never mind.
Hello Kathi. I’ve been lurking around your blog for a while now and want you to know that reading this stuff ALWAYS makes my day!!
This past weekend I watched a DVD with the grandkids :”Chicken Run”
(from 2000) and it really cracked me up…I thought of you and your bunch. If you haven’t seen it you really should!
So I’m reading this post late at night, and something just hit my front door (probably just the wind…hopefully) and it honestly almost scared the poop out of me! That rooster has one scary eye!! What if there is a giant rooster standing outside my door with crazy eyes ready to peck me to death? Hmm….overactive imagination’s been activated. Better get to bed.
The corn looks great, btw. I hope you are able to enjoy it soon. And make sure you put it “in” the pot. If you put it “on” the pot it will never get cooked!
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The corn is beautiful, but the rooster scares me just a little bit. Actually he scares me a lot, way more than Oprah.
Oh come on Kathi. You call this a POST? What happened? Did you actually go to sleep last night? I didn’t. Still up and “at ‘em”. If you can call “up and at ‘em” with a big pot of vegetable soup simmering at 6am for supper tonight, and a tendency to wander out onto the front porch and wave at strangers: they, on their way to work, and me, in my shorty jammies with a Marlboro between my lips. No wonder people are trying to find an alternative route to work.
I think he is very handsome!
That chicken looks angry. What did you do to him? He looks like he could peck you to death.
Kudos on that corn. My favorite part of summer is corn on the cob. Wrap some bacon around it and throw it on the grill. It’ll make you want to slap your mother.
I actually just said, “It’ll make you slap your mother.” I have to go lie down. I don’t know what is happening to me.
First of all, I think Dana’s had too much coffee this morning. And I mean that in the NICEST possible way.
Here on the east coast, we say “the corn is Knee-High by the Fourth of July.” Or something like that. The rooster’s eye is MUCH more interesting. Hmmmm. Wonder about that rooster’s KNEE.
I’m just wondering when the corn will be on the pot?
Diana… a little grammatical correction is in order here: The corn goes IN the pot. Kathi is ON the pot.
Why does her “outside” look cleaner than the inside of my house????
Karen, that is why I have e-mailed the rooster photo to Oprah. A veiled warning.
Dana. Go to your room and think about what you have done.
Lola, that is Honi, and he is a handsome fellow, isn’t he?
Toe, that is why I put my corn on the grill without the bacon. The neighbors got tired of me slapping their mothers. By the way, I was just trying to type “Toe” and I first typed “Tow.” But I like “Toe” better. And I need to get that palsy in my hands fixed.
Ellie, the rooster’s knee is much lower. And scaly. Very scaly.
Diana, who knows? It has to pollinate and everything. I have never grown corn before, so I’m just hoping for one triumphant ear at least.
Dana. Have you thought about what you have done? Good. My outside is cleaner than my inside, too. Wait, you meant your HOUSE insides. Never mind.
Hello Kathi. I’ve been lurking around your blog for a while now and want you to know that reading this stuff ALWAYS makes my day!!
This past weekend I watched a DVD with the grandkids :”Chicken Run”
(from 2000) and it really cracked me up…I thought of you and your bunch. If you haven’t seen it you really should!
So I’m reading this post late at night, and something just hit my front door (probably just the wind…hopefully) and it honestly almost scared the poop out of me! That rooster has one scary eye!! What if there is a giant rooster standing outside my door with crazy eyes ready to peck me to death? Hmm….overactive imagination’s been activated. Better get to bed.
The corn looks great, btw. I hope you are able to enjoy it soon. And make sure you put it “in” the pot. If you put it “on” the pot it will never get cooked!
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