i am busy shopping for pants. leave me alone.

this is what i have to say to you today: " ".

that's right, nothing. what's that? i always have nothing to say? oh, is that so. well, why'n't you come over here and say that to my FACE? huh? yeah, that's what i thought you scaredychickenbaby. nyah-nyah! scaredychickenbaby!

hey, speaking of chickens, i know two different people who live in completely different places and whom i know through completely different connections - who are both raising chickens. how wild is THAT! i know, right? sha! one is a girl and she lives on a farm, and one is a boy who lives out in the country, but not exactly on a farm, per se.

speaking of farms, i keep meaning to go to the farmers market here in town, and what kind of dolt cannot remember to purchase fresh food in a convenient location? yeah, that would be me. i considered joining one of those CSA things, but i am terribly concerned that they'd provide a bushel of bok choy for me and my old man, and he doesn't eat bok choy, so i'd be having to eat it all myself and i'd get all gassy. that's right - CSAs lead to farting. it's a very dangerous world, so pay attention and always look both ways.

see? nothing.

can't say i didn't warn ya, though, can ya now? no, you cannot.