Throwback to that one time (last week) that I went to the feed store to buy more chicken feed in the middle of all my other errands that day. Without thinking, as I was at the checkout stand, I asked the cashier if she could please add a bale of straw onto the order for me. Yay me for remembering, right? Nope. I paid and walked out to my car just to realize that I did NOT bring the farm truck, but my SUV…that then got loaded with messy, messy straw. (I don’t know if you have ever bought straw, but suffice to say that more escapes the bale than you ever imagined it would…)
I’m not sure if you can tell, but those are our son’s golf clubs and my reusable grocery bags underneath the chicken feed and that incredibly disheveled bale of straw. After two attempts at vacuuming, I am still picking straw out of the grocery bags, and I’m positive that the next time he plays golf, my son will look like he really was born in a barn, haha. But hey, at least my chickie girls are happy with their feed and new straw right?? Whoops.