And that I recently went to Ross to shop after many years. Well, believe in MEANT TO BE, because what I didn’t tell you was that the first time I went there, I almost bought this beautiful metal chicken.
But I wasn’t sure if it was too crazy. Like, where would I put it? In an earthquake, it could fly across the room and become a weapon. Probably kill me. THIS CHICKEN WILL CUT YOU!
So I went home without my chicken. And the world was sad.
Then I went back the next day to show my husband the luggage on sale there, and I went to look for my chicken. SHE WAS GONE!!!
Probably taken by another Bloggess fan, I figured. A smarter one than me. *Sigh*
Then today, I went back again to exchange something and LO AND BEHOLD, MY CHICKEN WAS BACK!
We ran through the aisles together in each other’s arms.
Harps played. Angels wept.
Now we have the fun task of naming her! Or…him. See, Beyonce is technically a rooster with a female name. So I think we have some wiggle room either way.
Here’s what I have so far:
1.) Blue Ivy Carter
2.) Rico The Rooster
3.) Reyaldo the Rooster
4.) Zipper the Chicken (Bexon’s name)
5) Cock-a-Doodle-Dude (The Dude for short)
6.) Jay Z
7.) Charo Chicken
8.) Chicken Fried Hope
What do ya think? I LOVE CHICKEN!