Yesterday, on the holiest of holies day, Mother's Day, was another holiday, National Dance Like A Chicken Day. At 7 a.m., I unwisely decided to do my best Foghorn Leghorn two-step. Then she opened her eyes and gave me the "I now feel like I have bird flu" look. The magazine projectile indicated Mrs. Leghorn was not amused. I guess a rooster can lay eggs.
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