I'm still on the high seas of the first trimester. And I'm still running around like a grumpy one-legged pirate. Today as I was thumping about the house swabbing the deck and eating every five minutes in hopes that the next morsel of food would cure my tempestuous belly, I found a package on our porch. It was to Spouse-the-Baby-Brother from his sister just older than him.
On the front of the card we found inside the box it said, "29 years ago I brought you home a present from Kindergarten..." We both scratched our heads, not sure what it meant. Then on the inside of the card it said that this wonderful sister of Spouse-the-Lucky had seen the gift she sent him in a store and immediately thought of a blog post of mine she had read recently. And I said, "It's a chicken! It's a chicken!!" And it was a beautiful ceramic chicken. I plan on making a collar for the chicken with the name George on it. And I will have it in our kitchen for the rest of mine and Spouse-the-Ever-Good-and-Handsome-Sport's lives.
And once we opened the chicken, the pirate in me, she, at least for a while, got buried at sea. Three cheers for chickens.
1 comment:
That is hilarious! The chicken is back to haunt him forever. See what good comes from a blog? :)
Post a Comment