I was just telling Irish about a (soft) news story I read the other day about a hen that gave birth to a live chick. The chick hatched inside the hen and the egg was destroyed but the chick was born live. The unfortunate hen didn't survive the experience. I told him that sounds like some kind of chicken horror story. "It's the kind of movie chickens watch on Friday night when they want a good scare while they're eating popcorn. Can't you just see it? They're watching the movie and one of them says, 'Yeah, you think it's just a movie but let my tell you about my Aunt Franny!'" And Irish started laughing and said, "You're silly! A chicken named Franny?"
That made me laugh so hard. I finally said, "I just spun a whole story about chickens watching a horror movie and the only thing you find silly is that I named one of them Franny?"
"Yep."
I love my husband.
That made me laugh so hard. I finally said, "I just spun a whole story about chickens watching a horror movie and the only thing you find silly is that I named one of them Franny?"
"Yep."
I love my husband.