It's a family thing - we used to call my mom a "ruffled chicken" when she'd get all aflutter over silly little things. My brothers liked to tease her to see if they could ruffle her up over nothing. All in good fun, of course.
I think I'm becoming more like my mom every day (I consider this a good thing), so this blog is created in her image. I've tried blogging before but I think my last blog suffered a bit from lack of focus. This one may have a similar fate...but I'm giving it another go anyway.
Stay tuned for my thoughts on anything that ruffles my feathers in day to day life.
Cluck cluck,
Kari
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