Why are there horses in my kitchen?

The last night of the city garage or since there was a lack of that, yard sale. My wonderful husband and I came home to find that someone had tied are gate shut rather badly. Someone that isn't use to doing such things, I would hazard to guess, it was our first clue to the possibility that someone had been to visit. That is itself is a little odd. Most our visitors are neighbor's and they have had plenty of practice tieing our gate shut.

The next clue that someone had been over was that even in the dark of a country night, we could see the our back door was hanging wide open. Thus bringing out the girl within me. No way was I going in first when I have this strapping, handsome, manly man at my side. "you go in."

He tip toes in, reaching for the rifle that is placed in an easy for a very tall person to grab place, when I hear, "Someone left us horses."

I, doing the most logical thing, look about the yard, attempting to see what he was seeing. No silhouette of any horses. Again I hear. "There are seven horses." My boys run into the house, I followed no too closely. I have a need for self preservation. My oldest, Large, came to the door after only being in the house a mere second, laughing, "Mom, someone left us 7 horses in the kitchen!"

"why are there horses in my kitchen." My mind racing to figure out the juggernaut of a jigsaw puzzle that would allow for 7 horses to be standing in a single wide trailer's kitchen. See, you're thinking it out to.

I saw them as soon as I walked in the door, 7 horses all in a cage at my feet. "Those are chickens. And who in the (expletive) was in my house!" Again, my husband said slowly, "you have HORSES in your house."

How slow am I, Hooter, my dear friend Hooter, whom I have talked about before. He has always called our chickens horses. I am so slow. Hooter had driven passed a swap meet, and stopped to take a look. He spotted the birds, and bought all the hens the guy had, then promptly brought them to our homestead. I simply adore him, just wish he had been sense when it came to the woman he dates.

Right now I am sitting in my broken truck, borrowing my neighbors wifi. When I tried to get wifi, I was told by AT&T that no one lived out here, the federal government also informed me that no one was here, and when both of them o all existential on you, you start to wonder, do I really exist. Any how, it is pouring. I don't have a modem to use dial up, so will be canceling that and trying to get a wifi service at the same time. It might be a while before I am back to posting regularly, and never before the earth warms up a bit.

You know you missed it

Hey guys, I am sitting in my field typing to you! haha, I am the queen of dorky behavior and don't forget it. UPS delivered my netbook this afternoon, and I am playing with it trying to figure it all out. Not much on it yet, so still fast.

The good news is I am back, oh wait, that might not be too good for some.

Cows send their love (me=dork)

To Phelan's Customers

Hello All,

This is Phelan's Mom. "Long time no see."

Phelan wanted me to tell all of you that she can not have customers this week. There was a problem.