It’s Gotta Be Good

Today started with a headache, and I was grumpy most of the day. But then my husband let me hold one of the chicks. It was soft. It peeped at me. Most remarkably, it didn’t poop on me. That must mean it’s a good day, because on a bad day it would have.

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