Cozie Blog

So yesterday was Earth Day.  I hate Earth Day.  I’m not a tree hugger and I don’t worship the earth.  I worship the One who created the earth, and made man out of dirt. I have dominion over the earth.  I don’t think it deserves to have its own day.  And because I dislike Earth Day so much, I was contrary all day at work.  I disregarded safety standards and climbed pallets of wall blocks to hang a sign.  I broke dress code and wore a T-shirt.  This one:

I even threatened to cut down a tree and shoot a chicken hawk (oh, I can just see the comments that will accompany this post). 

But then I got off work and bought $40 worth of flowers and shrubs to restock the planter that I built for mom last year, and to put in the “whiskey barrel” I found in our shed a couple weeks ago….I fully expected my momsie to be excited and happy about it (which she was) and even blog about it.  But she didn’t.  She blogged about the *kiwi* that Aunt Spiffy got her.  But not my flowers and shrubs, which I even followed up and *planted* for her.  I’m hurt.  Truly wounded.

So then, to follow up my glorious day, I was elected to deliver chickens that Ryann sold today.  Because naturally, since Ryann doesn’t have her drivers license and I have mine, that makes me her slave.  I’m allergic to chickies.  Within two minutes my car smelled less than spiffy and I was sneezing my eyeballs out.  But we actually got along alright.  Between my excellent driving and the Indian / African music that I was playing in my car, I had those suckers mesmerized.  I claim positively no responsibility if those chickens started belly dancing and / or charming snakes when they got to their new location.

That’s the end of my post.  It deserves no eloquent closing.