One More Month

I'll be 45 in one more month. I can't believe that. 45 seems REALLY old, doesn't it?

Don't answer that. Thanks.

Turns out that my rooster killed my chicken. I told my uncle (he sold me the chickens) and he said he had suspected that the rooster killed another hen at his place before he sold them to me.  I sure do love my rooster but I can't have him killing my hens. I also can't have him in my iron skillet for supper, but my hubby thinks I can.

Nope, not gonna do it.