Proof Crazy

So, I was looking for chickens on craigslist;

Oh the ridiculousness of  how that sounds does NOT escape me.  I had previously been looking for a bike, or laugh all you want an Adult Tricycle.

Since I didn’t find any bikes, I clicked over to the farm and garden section because I want chickens.  Which first means I need to build a coop or borrow someones husband to build me a coop or bribe my very busy with her own life friend Kim to come help me build a coop….ANYWAY…..

I was looking at coops and there are quite a few for sale, not that I have money for that kind of thing, besides how long before the Raccoon tore open my nonexistent coop and ate my nonexistent chickens.

But isn’t it a cute coop….

In the spirit of searching for things I want and cant have or want but don’t want I found the cutest doberman puppy who is just 8 weeks old.   Soooo Damn Cute.  Maybe I just have puppy fever from Chars new puppies but look-ey, isn’t he cute.

But as I told Chari its a good thing the puppy is in the Midwest or I just might sell my kidney to buy it.  Because clearly my job,  my hobby job of cakes, my dog, my house and my garden are clearly not enough, now I’m looking at puppys and chickens.  ?  Good Grief.