throwing rocks at chickens

Of course it is not me who is throwing rocks at the chickens.

It was my 7 year old nephew.

I yelled at him. I feel bad.

My brother decided that he needed to stop by with his friend and his 3 kids. Without notice.

I was still in my pajamas. Hadn’t put on a bra. And hadn’t even taken a shower yet.

I was not in a very good mood. I’m sorry. But, my brother should know that I don’t do well with unexpected visits, especially if you throw in an 11 year old girl with MAJOR attitude, and 6 and 7 year old boys that are running amuck in my yard.

It’s one of my personality quirks. Been that way forever. Can’t change now.

I DO love my brother and his kids. I DON’T like being surprised.

How the hell hard is it to pick up a phone and let me know that they intend to come out?