BLINDED BY BLONDE
Oie is french for goose.
Oie vay is what I say when my Mom asks me to babysit her newest project.
She is raising baby geese for fun before she sends them back to her friends farm.
Its one thing to see my food wrapped in cellophane in the isle next to my wine. But when my food follows me around the yard and tweets at me and sleeps on my lap...suddenly...I am not hungry any more.
I just hope to God the neighborhood associations puts their foot down on baby cows.
I would hate to not wear leather again!!
The Blonde is not going to eat poultry ever again.
My cats, on the other hand, are trying to figure out how to get the grille working as I type.
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