The other day I saw a woman in her driveway spraying pots of fake flowers with RoundUp weed killer. I think this is one of the most bizarre things I've ever seen. Did she stick her fake flowers in real dirt where real weeds grow, I wonder?
And if that's not enough to make me question our collective social sanity, I recently met the person in charge of granting agricultural status in our county, who insists that chickens cannot be qualified as "grazing animals" because they do not eat grass. They might eat bugs, she concedes, but certainly not grass.
And so, if we have people trying to kill what was never alive, and people in authority (presumed to be knowledgeable in the proper ways of agricultural land management) who have no clue about even a chicken's natural diet, is it any wonder that so many kids don't know where eggs come from?
And a human's natural diet is not coke and cheetos. But perhaps an alien visitor might presume otherwise.
We are doomed, I say. DOOMED!
And that is a bleak, not at all elegant way of saying Hello! after my long absence from this space.
So maybe this would be better:
Hello! and We had a(nother) baby! (which makes just about everything right with the world, as babies tend to do).