December 17, 2013 – I would have written earlier today, but I was very busy learning how the state lottery system works. According to the woman who anchors the midday news, there is a HUGE cash jackpot up for grabs tonight. Mom bought a ticket this afternoon, so I’m not worried about our chances of winning. I know she will share the goods with us. She was in the house when I texted her about a barn with a heated Olympic sized dust bath and she replied with two thumbs up. My real interest in this game of chance is finding out who can run one. Does it have to involve money, or could one raffle off for instance, a cranky old fart of a hen. If I could raise money to reinvest in our beverage company and find Wilma a pleasant landscape in which to reside, (preferably the west coast or even Jamaica), I would be a cheerful chicken.
“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!!” I didn’t see Wilma reading over my shoulder. She’s pecking my head until I delete what I’ve written. I’m a journalist, “OUCH!” And I have a compelling story to tell! “Okay, Okay, I was just kidding. You can stay!!”
I hope Mom wins the lottery tonight. I need to purchase a colossal ice bag.