The Hen House passes our breakfast test, eggsellently

The last few times I drove up and down our big and busy road that leads to both the WalMart and BJs and the car wash with a turbo-level vacuum strong enough to hoover Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle’s excess coat at the peak of shedding season, I noticed that yet another establishment had taken…

An eggcellent Easter breakfast

The bunny left brown eggs in our fridge this morning for Easter breakfast. Most eggcellent choice, Hoppy! Really, though, I hear they may have come from the country farm of my friend Steve and his wife Mary. My dear wife Karen may have picked up this dozen when Steve made a delivery at his other…