Tare wrote:
I enjoy the phrase "hell in a handbasket".
What's shakin' on the farm, BT?
Riding in a handbasket has to be the most mundane way to get to hell, but the phrase does roll off the tongue nicely.
The rooster woke me up at five this morning, so I threw some rocks at him till he went and hid in the barn and then I went back to sleep and overslept a bit. Puppies sh*t a ton overnight, so I'm sort of procrastinating removing it from the kitchen floor with a paint scraper by having another cup of tea. One of my chickens got into the dog area night before last, and promptly had it's insides yanked out when I let out the first canine. It was gross, I had to use a pooper-scooper to clean up the mess. Then I threw the remains in the burning barrell and had a fire. It smelled like a cookout, and I had a hotdog.
Same old same old, really.
Edited, Jul 31st 2007 8:53am by Barkingturtle