I'll tell ya what. I don't have a bunch of time to write this. I'm supposed to be traveling to my mom's in a calm and collected fashion rather than procrastinating and then rushing off. But, I had a few thoughts and have been terrible at blogging lately so I'm going to roll with it.

I love that Buster likes to be inside in the winter. He sleeps on the back of the armchair in our bedroom. Lily often gets up there with him. But, mostly that's his spot, surrounded by windows and getting hair all over our stuff.

The chickens are doing well. We got three eggs yesterday, one each from Maggie, Foxy and Shorty. Shorty's was pretty silly, tiny and sandpapery, but it has a shell and that's a big step forward for her. We also have two new hens (surprise!), Bantam Buff Orpingtons. We named them Virginia and Carolina, in honor of two red states that went blue for Obama. How Seattle are we? Naming our backyard chickens after Obama states. Absurd. But, you can't stop the beat.

We rearranged our living room again, something we like to do about once every other week just to keep it exciting here. Sometimes watching the cat play with foil gets old so we have to amuse ourselves in new and exciting ways. But, I think this living room arrangement is here to stay. We also have our tree, which needs lights, decorations and probably water. And, speaking of trees, we have about two or three of them all chopped up, scattered in logs on and around our porch. Once we got rid of all the bikes on our porch we had to get a doghouse up there to keep the redneck faith. Then we sold the doghouse and put a cage of chickens out there for a couple months. Then we got the chickens new homes and weren't sure what to do with a vacant, clean porch. So, we filled it with cedar rounds. It's back to how it belongs, cluttered and country.

That's all. I really need to go now. Foxy is still running around the yard so I hope I can catch her in less than five minutes so I don't miss this boat.