clyde tried to eat a chicken this morning

FACTS:
chickens live next door to me
sometimes said chickens get into my yard (see “the little lost chicken who roosted on my bike” post)
sometimes clyde, r’s dog, spends the night at my house
sometimes i let clyde out in the morning

WHEN CHICKENS AND CLYDE MEET

RESULTS:
feathers in clyde’s mouth
feathers flying out of clyde’s mouth onto my bedroom floor
fellow chickens clucking in wild dismay
defeathered chicken unharmed but startled FOR LIFE

let’s rock this whole outfit

COMING THIS SUMMER, THE $7 VERSION OF THIS OUTFIT.
COURTESY OF CREATURES OF COMFORT.

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Paul Mogensen
no title (9 part cobalt blue)
ca. 1967-69
Watercolor and pencil on paper
22 1/4 x 31 1/8 inches
Courtesy of Lawrence Markey

bowtie success

we had our big opening on friday, and prior to the day, everyone’s always like, what am i going to wear, are you wearing something special, etc. etc. but after wearing a really dumb dress and heels at the last opening, i was like, eff that, i’m wearing jeans.

WITH A BOWTIE!!!!!!!

hilary (behind me) had an old dress that we’d used to make my abe lincoln tie, so we cut another strip off the bottom, and basically just tied a big floppy bow. people be sayin i looked like little lord fauntleroy, which was not incorrect.

the moral is: BE YOURSELF, WEAR HOMEMADE BOWTIES

chicken on bike

SCENE: my house, yesterday, 1:30 am, long day at work

ROSS: did you see the chicken outside on the bike?
ME: what? a chicken?
ROSS: the chicken on the bike, go look
[me peeks outside, sees chicken roosting on my bike]
ME: !!!!!!!!!!
ME: how

ROSS TELLS STORY OF CHICKEN:
it was out wandering around, and then it got late. it couldn’t find its way home. it got into your yard, and thought, i’ll fly over the fence to my home. and got up on the bike, but realized it couldn’t make it over the fence. so decided to stay until morning. when it could see the route.