Today is the 60th day of my 60-day vacation. On this, the last day of high-jinx and tomfoolery for another 5 months, I present to you chickens. I highjacked these little fellows to serve the higher purposes of MAILART a couple of months ago. My 2nd graders drew and colored them and I think they are v. delightful. If you’re feeling blue I recommend Chicken Therapy. Find a kid, any kid will do under the age of 9. Ask them to draw you a chicken. Or two. When they are done take the chickens. The kid won’t care I promise. In fact they will WANT you to take them. They will hand them to you with wide toothless grins. Put them on your bulletin board or lean them up against a window. Soon you will see personalities emerge from the drawings. Label them accordingly. Mail them or put them under people’s windshield wipers. That’s what Robin & Vinnie would do. And that’s called Chicken Therapy. It works.
I found a new blog today with a whole mess of journal pages. You too can marvel and exclaim at the wonder that is Miss Rambling Rose’s art journal by going HERE now. That means right this instant!
TJ’s chicken pot pie is baking and I’m getting ready to watch Mr. Monk and the Employee of the Month. Then I am going to finish my book. Then I am going to clean the paint off my fingernails. Then I am going to make my lunch to take to school tomorrow. Then I am going to put my past tense Spanish verb conjugations in my purse so I can practice with all of my Spanish speaking colleagues tomorrow. Then I am going to set the alarm for 5:30. Then I am going to sleep to dream of sassy, unflappable, trouble-making chickens.