Yesterday we took a short drive. Hubby was remarking on the hills and the green and the little bit of ache he was getting to live in the country again. “I want pigs,” he said. “Call me crazy, but I miss having pigs.”
“I want chickens,” I said. “Ten laying hens, a pygmy goat, two cats, and a gentle old quarter horse that the kids can ride around the yard; that’s what I want.”
He looked at me like I was crazy.
I can take or leave the pigs, but I sure miss having chickens.
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Sweetheart... Surely you recognize the opening of a negotiation?
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