Ladies In Waiting

Bessie Anne and I need to do a better job of coordinating our efforts.  I didn't see my little friend on my way back up from the barn, so I slowed my steps while looking around, and finally stopped and waited.  And waited.  Before starting an all-out search party, I decided I could do a better job of worrying while sitting for a bit in the house.  And there was Bessie Anne, lying on the porch and waiting.  "Gosh, Mom, what took you so long?  I was getting worried."

I must have misunderstood Chicken Lady.  I thought she said the hens were laying five or so eggs a day.  I could have dealt with that, although that would have been considerable overage for my needs.  I don't eat that many eggs, and haven't baked anything for months.  Turns out I pick up five eggs a week, and that is just right.  I hope the little girls are not still dealing with trauma and just waiting to hit their production mark.

Probably twice since they opened have I needed to return something to Wally World, and yesterday was one of those times.  I thought I'd hit the jackpot when there was only one man ahead of me in line (there can be fifteen or more).  The gentleman's transaction must have posed some problems because it was taking the one "associate" behind the counter forever to deal with.  So I waited.  And waited.

It was one of those days.