Tales dead chicken

This week has been a little bit intense. We are running out of gas, water, and the store in town with a computer is now permanetly closed. Sarah and I cannot speak Enlglish anymore, only Spanglish.. Its strange. Even as im writing this im trying to translate it and...weird. Also, im pretty sure im way better at Spanish then i sound alot of times, because i think nervousness over takes me or something, and it all happens so fast. wow. muy rapido! APUDALE!! Life has been pleasant non the less. clotheslining all our clothes, after using a semi washing machine..(look to blog called ¨what we have learned¨) yesterday we tried to hang our damp clothes to dry, and the sun went down, so then we went back to the casa, and hung them over night, Yet, no avail. OHH:...and UPDATE. So...Andres is a murderer! We have chickens, and one wasn´t laying all the time, and the other was pecking its own eggs. So my solution? put them into the wild! because Andres usually just picks them up from random places he sees them walking around anyways, so then. All of a sudden Sarah says...¨i think he is going to kill them¨i started yelling in Spanglish at Andres, sarah trying to translate my broken words as i flaild my arms around. but no. I chased and screamed for awhile, until we snuck around the next corner and saw it RUNNING AROUND WITH ITS HEAD OFF!!! i have never seen that, and im scarred for life. i have some of it documented on film, sending it to animal cruelty ASAP! then they ate it, and the kids were playing with its dead parts and tapping its claws on my window for hours on end. I put on all black and sunglasses for a night and mourned the loss, and had a vow of silencio. WOW. sad. also, our van ran out of gas one of the only times i was driving it(sarah is the man in the relationship) and it was epic. read sarahs blog for more info.