Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A Major Coop
Ty clipping the chicken wire to prepare it for stapling to the coop. Gabrielle wants to help. In fact she demands it.
Griffin was our foreman. He's got the scowl, the mouth, and I even think he shit himself.
Griffin: I can eat this, can't I?
Gabi: Um..yeah. Eat it!
"Tra la la la laaaa"
Corrine knows sign language. Either that or she's letting everyone know my shortcoming. You know. That I have a lame pinky.
I like to move it! Move it!
Harrison holds one side. Corrine the other. Gimli looking for a place to crap. Sammy sniffing.
Let's see. If I close my left eye it's level...if I close my right eye I ... I ... can't see! Ahhhhh!
Okay. I'm on the verge of a hissy, Corrine is calming me down, and Sammy is laughing his ass off.
I'm stapling. Corrine is apparently teaching Gimli how to take a dump.
Adults are working. Teens are not. Hmmm.
Corrine is holding the door in place while I look for JUST the right ratchet. Harrison is saying "You won't find it in there." He was right.
But I still kept looking anyway.
Is it me or is my bald spot moving according to the sun? And are they riding up, dear?
Corrine: Hey, when your dad comes back out, tell him this is upside down.
Foreman Griffin flirts with the hired help.
I. AM. A. CHICKEN. GOD.