It only gets better...

I hope!

We put a whole chicken on the BBQ yesterday, and cooked it out there in an effort to keep the house cool. Well, after cooking it and eating some, it just wasn't a very good chicken, flavor-wise. So I opened the grill to let it cool off before I carried it to the trash can, and I came in to do some cleaning. Evan--you know, the one who doesn't nap anymore and has to find ways to keep himself awake--let Desi out back while I was steam-cleaning the carpet. Apparently, Desi likes chicken. She ate it, bones and all. The only bits I found were the lemons I had stuffed into the cavity of the bird.

Whole chicken+lab=diarrhea.

Somebody kill me now.

On a happier note, I have decided not to torture myself by going back to college. As you can see from my last few posts, God has apparently been trying to tell me that our home life requires my full attention and then some.

Where's my vodka?