we had to eat eggs. like straight from the hens. which i think? is gross.

So.  Here’s the deal.  The Little People?  Totally don’t want to come back to San Diego with me.  Oh sure, on Friday, when they hadn’t seen me in 192 hours, they were all when will you be here?  We miss you, we want to go home when you go home.  And by they I mean only the First Grader.  And then?  When I got to my mom and dad’s house they were all Mama!  We missed you!  Okay, go home now.  And by they I mean including the First Grader. 

And frankly?  I’m just all meh.  Grandma’s house.  Whatever. 

Because it’s not like it’s a little log cabin on a ranch

 

by a lake

exactly right in the middle of the mountains

 

like all covered in rainbows and unicorns and shit.

What?  Shut up.  There are no unicorns. 

But, so, here’s the deal.  The Little People?  Want to stay.

They’re all Mama!  There are chickens!  And a hen is going to have chicks!  Really soon!  And Grandma makes muffins whenever we want! 

And they’re not even making it up.  There are, like, actual chickens.

Just like, totally hens sitting on nests .  There’s also a rooster . And one of those is it, but I don’t know which one.   (And thank God there’s a rooster.  Because when I was a kid and the hens laid eggs?  My mom actually made us eat them.  We had to eat eggs.  Like straight from the hens.  Which I think?  Is gross.  But now?  There’s a rooster, and a hen on a nest, which means that we can buy our eggs at the grocery store like normal people.)  (72 at a time.) 

And there really are muffins.  Really effing good muffins.  With cranberries and something orange .  They taste like orange spice tea.  If it were a muffin.  And my mom just totally made them this morning.  And then?  She let me eat them.  Right away.  I didn’t have to save them for guests or anything.  Because I?  Am the guest. 

But still.  I’m all meh, Grandma’s house.  Whatever.  Let me know when there are unicorns.