Monday morning, 5:30 am and without fail, my glorious Australorp hen Butter Grumbles swans on down from the egg box and 'EGG-YARKS' her heart out. Which sets of a delightful symphony of YARKS from my other three hens. I love my chickens and their dedication to getting me out of bed early Monday mornings. Thank you Butter Grumbles for my magic Mondays.
The Pizzasaurus (scientific name of Pi-chee-omnomnomurus) was the first dinosaur extinct. It is believed that due to the Pizzasaurus's constant secreting smell of cheesy baked goods it made it an easy target for other anythings that had taste buds.
Thank goodness our cupcakes don't actually have wings. They would be impossible to catch. And how could you eat them with googly pupil-less eyes like this? A reminder to be thankful for the little things.