The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Things not to say to your wife No. 723
I did one of those Facebook quizzes to find out my Native American name and discovered it was something long and complicated that meant 'flower plucking chicken soaring hawk' or something like that. I was telling Husband about this as we set off on our walk this afternoon. His first comment was, 'Chickens don't soar; they cluck and waddle.'
A few moments passed before Husband, who was walking behind me, continued saying, 'They got that bit right then.'
It wasn't until we were nearly home, an hour or so later, that it struck me: chickens don't waddle; that's ducks.