Our back fence-sharing neighbors have acquired a rooster... a really early rising (3am) rooster.
The squeaky bird at 6am doesn't seem so bad now.
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Which kinda reminds me about a conversation I had with the husband the other day.
"I have a confession... we need to chat."
He smiles, "That's the kind of thing that leads into an 'I've cheated on you' conversation."
Isn't it great how lightheartedly he approaches this? Does he think no one would be interested in me????
"That would be bad, wouldn't it! That would really suck to get news like that!"
Smile slips slightly, "Yes..."
"Or if I told you I smashed the car, that would be bad, wouldn't it?"
"Yeah, that wouldn't be great news..."
"So in the grand scheme of things, you probably don't really care that I've been using your razor to shave my legs."
He thinks I'm crazy.
"I'm only telling you now so that you don't cut yourself on the dull blade."
In my world, that makes me a good, caring wife.
That stinking rooster is still crowing and it's 3pm. Surely he'll sleep sometime and I can go shout in his ear for a couple of hours. Do roosters have ears? Am I just bringing on something worse by posting about it?