With my superior strength, I ripped the towel rack right off the bathroom wall last night. I did not do it on purpose.
I told Chris and he just nodded. "Yep," he said, "I need to use molly snoggles."
"Molly snoggles" is a technical term for those anchor thingies that go in drywall and fan out. I called them molly snoggles once when I was searching for the real name and they have been molly snoggles ever since.
Chris just left to go to the hardware store for a thermometer and I asked him to pick up some... some.... I couldn't think of the real name. We have been calling them molly snoggles for so long, the real name is just gone. And you can't exactly google "what is the real word for molly snoggles," now can you?
The worst part is that I am raising kids who use my terminology. They think they are using the real words. Studley says things like "let's skedoodle to the car."
Meanwhile, the thermometer is for the new coop. The coop into which our stinky baby chickens will be moving today. Pictures of said coop coming soon (I tried today but my batteries died).
It is possibly the nicest piece of architecture on the property. It is also quite tower-like. At last, we have a tower. Stay tuned.
Chickens are in the coop! About an hour after putting them in the coop, I put cow manure on the new garden beds next to the house. Cow manure. What's wrong with this picture? The stench prevails.