For the Love of Chicken

tonight we cooked baked chicken. It must be Autumn. That must mean it’s time to be sad. Or happy. I’ll choose happy and flannel sheets and feather comforters and early morning extra snuggles against the cold.

Last one in bed is a rotten egg!

Ellespeth

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