the grey zone started last night. no, not talking about fruit, flower,
root or leaf.
it was a baking grey zone- 2 batches of weird cookies.
then it got complicated-- moving the chickens turned into an hours
long high intensity aerobic fiasco.
luckily there were southern home fries and espresso to revive everyone.
then i left a dozen eggs and our camera on top of the minivan when i
put eden into his seat and promptly forgot about them. eggs aren't too
precious around here these days but it was extremely unfortunate to
see a car run over the camera. it was a sad mess of squished metal and
drippy eggs.
is there such thing as a household grey zone?
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