Girly

Something came in the mail. I ordered it a week ago, but it arrived on Black Friday. Man, what timing. I felt just a bit guilty since I refuse to shop on Black Friday. My big, rebel, anti-consumerist attitude.

Serves me right. I bought something girly. God help me, it's even pink.

But I didn't feel guilty for long, and it didn't stop me from ripping into the very small box. Handcrafted in this country, not mass produced somewhere across the sea. So very soft. No plastic parts, and amazingly, not even any plastic packaging.

Can you guess what it is?



I might possibly have crossed over to the dark side... ummm, I mean girly side. At least one of my sisters will shake her head in disbelief.

Then again, I did find out how to make a tutu.

Please, someone stop me.

Lest I sound too girly, let me say earlier on Black Friday I found a mouse. A fat little brown mouse, awfully cute. And I killed it. With a cat.

I had absent mindedly (who, me?) left the lid off a garbage can in which I store barley. Chickens obviously eat barley, so it's quite reasonable that I have a barley can. Or three. Which I do. Unfortunately for the mouse, but fortunately for the cat, the mouse had a feast until it realized it could not escape.

The next time you have a bad day, be thankful you are not a mouse stuck in a barley bucket.

I shoved the lucky cat into the garbage can headfirst. What happened next was sort of like a blender running upside down, and it made me laugh.

So I am left wondering.

Just how far to the girly side am I destined to go... and why, why, WHY didn't I bring my camera to the barn?

The mouse was cute. But not this cute.