Thrown over

So, last night I’m slaving over a hot stove after a long day lobstering and fishing.  Kevin opens the wine, and pours two glasses.  I think he’s going to sit down and talk to me as I cook, but he doesn’t.  Instead, he goes outside so he can share his glass of wine with a chicken.

A chicken!  He’s sharing his wine with a chicken!  What has life come to around here?

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  1. Do you remember writing “Hell will freeze over before I’m jealous of a chicken”? Well, I suspect Hell is getting a touch chilly at the moment! 🙂 🙂 🙂

  2. Thanks, all, for the pithy comments. Although it’s a great source of satisfaction to have such a clever, creative readership, I’m going to respectfully point out that none of you has permission to be funnier than me on my own blog. (Madcat, I can’t believe you remember that, but I assure you it’s still quite warm here!)

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