What's that saying? "Don't count your chickens before they hatch?..."
A few weeks ago in a conversation I had with my husband I asked him if we could get chickens. He said yes. Two nights later we were sitting around the dinner table and Kendall and I were blabbering on and on about our future chickens. I told Kendall that one of the chickens could be hers and she could name it and everything. Then I noticed that my husband looked pained. "Honey, what's wrong?" He answered with a question, "Did we really have this conversation? Did I really tell you that we could get chickens?"
HA! I keep telling him he doesn't listen to me. HA! Maybe now he'll pay more attention, eh? I keep trying to figure out how he missed an ENTIRE conversation. Like, what did he hear? "Blah blah chickens blah blah blah..." And he's thinking, what? Chicken sounds good for dinner? "Sure, honey, whatever you want..."
The other conversation (ongoing debate?) that we keep having is whether or not to have another baby. Is he too old? Am I too old? Considering the first one almost killed us (and is still trying) is it really the wisest choice for us? Can we physically tolerate another 3.5 years of 2.5 hours of sleep a week? Hmm. So I answered his question with a question of my own. I held up my hands as if physically weighing our options and asked "Chickens?...Baby?... Chickens?...Baby?..." To which my husband promptly replied, "How many chickens are we getting?"
Kendall and I were supposed to go visit our future chickens yesterday, but due to the Spring Rain (known in other parts of the country as a "monsoon") we put it off. But the chickens are coming!! And so are the eggs... and recipes for quiche... and fritatta...and omelettes...
to be continued...
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