I’ve officially become a crazy vegetarian woman. This morning as I was driving to work I passed one of those huge trucks carrying a zillion crates stuffed with rows and rows of chickens. The whole thing made me really sad and reminded me of why I stopped eating meat in the first place. So I did what every normal girl does, I start pumping my fists in rage at the chicken truck driver while yelling at the chickens that I wouldn’t be the one to eat them.
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All of that sadness reminds me that I need to plant more veggies in my own yard. You know, start living off the land. Getting my hands dirty. Watering a flower or two instead of lazily doing a rain dance. What? Dancing is totally easier than turning on the spicket.
P.S. Have I ever mentioned that my grandfather was a chicken butcher? Double AWKWARD.