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Simon and Baker

In case you have forgotten, we own chickens.  I hate them.  I have always hated them.  The seem to live to leave feces around the yard.  I don’t think I would mind them as much if they weren’t alive.

Recently a friend came over and told me his husband would love chickens.  I asked him if he would like to take mine.  They’re still here so I’m guessing the answer was no.

But while we were talking, I also divulged my psychotic Simon Baker break at the Jazz game.  And he came up with a rather brilliant idea.

He suggested I call the chickens Simon Baker and then I might like them more.

So here they are.

Simon And Baker.  Does it really matter which is which?

Simon And Baker. Does it really matter which is which?

I’ll let you know how it goes.