Proof That My Mom is Kee-Razy

Ladies and Germs, I give you Exhibit A:


CHICKENS!!!

Yes, these are the chickens that live in my parent's house. Mind you, my parents don't live on a bucolic farm way out in the boonies with cows and a barn or anything. They live smack in Urban Portland, OR. She is trying to blame my brother for the appearance of the house chickens, but I am positive she is just using him as a scapegoat. And speaking of goats, I firmly believe these chickens are the gateway "pet" to more Urban-Living Farm Animals, like goats. I know she wants goats. I know this because my stepdad and I have had to talk her out of getting goats on several different occasions. She also claims there is a herd of feral goats roaming the West Hills. No doubt she knows this because they are the direct result of some secret goat-hoarding scheme she hatched up that went terribly awry.