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August 02, 2010

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Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! That sounds traumatic! Sorry to laugh at your pain but the line about the trash can made me laugh out loud. Hope you won't have nightmares tonight!

Amy, dont feel bad about laughing--the whole trash can thing was hilarious in a sick sort of way. Mr. H and I were cracking up.

You are hilarious. The best post without pictures I've ever read! Oh, ya, sorry 'bout the chicken.

Sorry to hear about Snicket. Sounds horrible. And graphic. But I'm glad you put her out of her misery. That was kind of you. And Biscuit just sounds very green-minded to me! :) (less waste without a bag or composting if left in the yard)

That sounds DREADFUL, and I can so vividly picture the moment of realization/paralysis when you realized the hen had to die and you had to be the one to do it, and HOW? and ACK!

I am SO giggling inappropriately over here!!!! Sorry for your loss though.

Molly

ps, I need you to send my your address again, I have things ready to mail to you!

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