When asked a few weeks ago, Biscuit requested a refrigerator for her fourth birthday. She's right, her play kitchen doesn't have a fridge.
Mr. H is remedying that situation.
In other news, my favorite chicken, who just happened to be a rooster, now lives with Vladimir and his family. Three hours on craigslist and he had a new home. Biscuit is upset but not as upset as she was about the idea of us eating him. Bye, Apollo!