Yes, we own a house. Today I went to buy a mailbox for our house. I also bought the little numbers that go on the mailbox. When I got to the checkout, I dropped the numbers (as I usually do these days--whatever I'm holding.) Seeing my condition (being a full-term pregnant woman), and old lady behind me actually offered to pick up the numbers. What's sad is that I was actually relieved and willing to let her pick up the numbers. An old woman! I'm supposed to be picking up HER numbers. I'm still quite happy being pregnant, but the past week I have started feeling quite useless. We've been moving into our house and I can't help move anything, bending over is a ridiculously hard task, and my feet look and feel like they are going to explode at the end of every day. I want the little guy to stay in my belly for at two more weeks so I can get his home ready, but at the same time I want to have my old, functional body back again. Ahhh. That will be nice.
On a stranger note, I saw a chicken in the wal-mart parking lot yesterday morning. You don't believe me? I took a picture b/c I thought you might not believe me.
I also saw a cat in Lowes.
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If I remember correctly, Poor Richard's Almanac says a chicken in the Wal-Mart parking lot means five more weeks of winter! That's good news. But if the chicken was in a McDonald's parking lot--well, you might want to have the hamburger instead of the McNugget.
I think a nice idea for your house and your baby would have been to apprehend the chicken and keep him as a constant reminder of the randomness of this world.
Oh yeah, the random log is back!
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Congratulations, Amy. We're happy for you folks. And we're happy that your brand newly purchased house is still standing.
I am glad you survived "Hurricane" Rita.
In a related story, the random log is back and better than ever!
I think it's great your home ownership story was merely a subtext for the chicken story. That's what the people really want to hear: chicken stories/sightings, and plenty of 'em.
I have to agree with Drew's original comment that you should've brought the little guy home. What's more, I can't believe we didn't kidnap that random turkey-duck we saw at the title company last week. Or should I say "ducknap"... or is it "turkey-ducknap"? I don't know. Regardless, every new home could use a great chicken/turkey-duck combo and we severely missed the boat. I blame myself.
All future random animal encounters must end with apprehension.
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