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 for a visit.
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.