Y'all know by now I have no secrets and even less shame. I tell my stuff first so if anyone else ever writes about my mess, my version should be the one you believe.
My children are by now mostly shamed into letting me run with it, so thats a good thing.
They can use all my stories to publish a book and enjoy icecream from the profits.
Okay, so I just saw a video of my favorite FB kids playing in a rabbit hutch and the chicken pen which fired up my memory of a moment in time of my own childhood holding a church revivel in our chicken house.
" What, revival in the chicken house" ?
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