Forts Rule, Chickens Drool

We have been under a lot of stress lately, and I know most of you are as well. Life is stressful, period. But being as crazy as I already am on a NORMAL day, I crack under stress. I lose it. I have two stages: stage one, you will find me huddled in the fetal position, wearing a towel as a turban, and rocking a Barbie doll to sleep. Stage two: I go nuts. I get uncontrollably hyper, constantly rambling about nothing that coherently makes any sense whatsoever. This is when people often accuse me of being on drugs.
I AM my own drug, just as much as Chuck Norris IS his own weapon.

We have done a few good things to cope with the stress. We decided to just ignore it and went down and stayed in a condo in Wolf Creek with our friends Kisty & Andrew. The weirdest part about this little weekend trip was that chickens seemed to follow us around. They were all over this cute little restaurant we found, and then again were found in the condo. I don’t get the whole decorate-with-chickens thing. To each his own, I guess. I just prefer to keep farm animals out of my decor, especially in kitchens, because we are constantly eating them. I don’t want that reminder.

Jake named this chicken 'Donk'. Good name. We are thinking about it for a prospect for our future child.

I am not trying to eat the chicken. I just am showing my lovely big mouth.

Fun thing #2 – the best, cheapest way to deal with stress, is to build a fort. We built a fort in our living room last weekend. We were laying around, whining about stuff, and I thought…. Forts rule. Forts TOTALLY rule. We watched a movie under our fort. You can totally tell we are getting old, though, because our butts went numb after laying on the floor and we ended up tearing it up halfway through the movie so we could sit on the cushy couch.


Anyone have any other positive ways of stress management? I would prefer no chickens to be involved, though.