Weather has finally broken, which means every day is a park day.
I've become Mae's official storyteller.
Mae went to the doctor for a checkup.
We visited our neighborhood landscaping company to snag some vegetables to plant and they have a chicken (or I guess I hen) there named Buttercup (and another one but I can't remember her name). And not only did they give us a fresh egg that we could take home (and by fresh I mean Buttercup laid it and less than ten seconds later it was in my hand) but you're also allowed to hold and pet Buttercup.
Little did they know, until they obviously knew, I'm a professional chicken/hen holder. And by professional, I mean you can probably find me on CraigsList or something like that.
