Look at them. Do you not feel your heart melting like so many icicles on a mid-March gutter? They are so cute and vacant and I want to push them around town in a stroller.
The chick to whom the chickens belong is Katie, a colleague of mine at the Quaker conference center. I once had a tremendous crush on Katie. Now she and I share the third floor of a house on-site. I communicate with her almost entirely via post-it notes stuck to the bathroom mirror.
As I was saying before, I had a crush on Katie. As you can see, our relationship now is strictly professional.
I've conditioned myself with rigorous self-discipline over the years to try and avoid bad feelings like jealousy creeping in... but... you... have... chicks. And now, I am jealous.
ReplyDeleteIs it any consolation that they are becoming bigger, uglier, and stinkier with every passing second?
DeleteMan, you are just abusing the fact that Quakers are a non-violent people, aren't you? (I realize she may not be Quaker herself, but I assume when in Rome you're expected to act at least somewhat Roman)
ReplyDeleteActually, the reason I could photograph those notes is because she never took them down and threw them out. It is a fond part of our neighborly rapport, and I'm wondering when and how I'll go too far.
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