I'll tell you why the chicken crossed the road.



She first went to Anthropologie and smelled the fancy soaps. Then she went to Paper Source and smelled the ink on the letterpress cards.
After about an hour she missed her cracker jack rooster and needy little chicks, especially the littlest, and so she went back home and ate some really good blueberries with her family.
4 comments:
love your post!
Who you callin' a "craker jack rooster"?
oh, paper source...one of my all-time greatest weaknesses. glad i'm not the only one!
that's pretty cute--the story and the pics. :)
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