(Since I started this post, PSU has made a comeback. The score is now 24-21, with Penn State in the lead. I told my family in our group text that I am too old for overtime. I will surely die. Write on my grave stone, she died doing the two things she loves. Painting her nails with glitter nail polish and watching Penn State football.)
((It's now the end of the game and we won, 24-21, in a nail-biter of a game. I am literally sitting on the edge of my seat, and in total disbelief.))
The third Friday of every month means a staff meeting at work, and that means lots of talk about budgets and policies and new laws. But it also means seeing coworkers from our satellite offices who don't get to the main office very often.
One of my satellite office coworkers was in the office I share with one of the attorneys after the meeting on Friday. A paralegal was sitting in our office too, and she asked me about our chickens. My coworker didn't know that we had chickens, and you could say that she was shocked. She told me if there's one thing she didn't peg me for, it's a farm girl.
But then she said, "Doesn't Shannon (another attorney we work with) have some kind of animals or birds?"
"She has chickens," the paralegal said, "And she had a duck, but she had to put the duck down this summer. It had special needs, and really wasn't doing well.
Everyone looked sad for a minute, and then I said, "Yeah. It was literally lame duck."
Speaking of ducks, Matt went hunting this morning.
While he was hunting, I slept in and then made eggs for breakfast, because we have a zillion.
Matt had a successful day in the fields. Both he and his dad got a pheasant, and I was so happy for him.
I wasn't so happy when he got home, set himself and his pheasant up on a table on the porch, and then said, "Can you start boiling water in the biggest pot we have so I can get these feathers off?"
"Do you mean our kitchen shears?" I asked.
Yes. That's what he meant.
Obviously I went shopping for new kitchen scissors and a new pot this afternoon.
Matt cooked a delicious dinner of pheasant, rice, and potatoes, and in a moment of weakness I even agreed to go hunting with him later on this week. Since I don't possess a hunting license, a gun, or a desire to shoot a bird, I will act as more of a comedic companion and photographer.