It was my birthday on Sunday. It’s a little known fact that, just like wedding anniversaries, people’s ages are associated with certain gifts. But instead of useless stuff like gold, diamonds, rubies and the like, birthdays are linked to actually useful things.
For example 32, was my iPod Touch birthday. And a jolly nice one it was too. This year however I am 33. And as we all know 33 is the year of the chicken coop.
Kerry didn’t buy me a chicken coop for my birthday. I can’t imagine why. Yes it’s true that she has some pretty strong opinions against us getting chickens. And it’s also true that we can’t really afford to buy one, what with saving up for our holiday in the States and everything. But it was my 33rd birthday for goodness sake, getting a chicken coop on your 33rd is embedded into the natural cultural traditions of Great Britain. If you go against that then you may as well just go ahead and cancel Christmas while you’re at it.
But then I got to thinking. Kerry turned 33 in September and I didn’t buy her a chicken coop either. Here I am thinking ill of my wife when I am as much to blame as she is. How could I be so thoughtless? I had to make amends.
So look what I just bought on ebay:
Actually I didn’t officially buy it; Kerry did.
You see I’ve been banned from ebay for about four years. My credit card expired and left me owing them 28p in sellers fees. Being the lackadaisical slacker I am I never got round to paying it, and consequently the full weight of ebay’s blacklisting wrath descended upon me.
Still Kerry’s account is still valid. Until I muck that up with my slackness as well obviously. There’s nothing quite like ruining your wife’s online reputation to give you that certain spring in your step.
So if there is a moral to all this it is: Keep your spouse close, but keep your ebay password closer. Think on ladies and gentlemen, think on.
said it yesterday, but here again: congratulations!
But I guess this means the egg seller down the road *..referring to the Evan dropping eggs post* will be out of business now..
Wow, I don’t know much about chickens but that is one cool-ass chicken coop!
(I was going to say it was “a cute little chicken house,” but I thought you might think that sounded too girly, so I tried to “man” it up a bit.)
Will you paint it?
-Donna
Did I ever tell you we raised chickens when I was a kid? They didn’t have any lodging that uppity. They were humble, country chickens.
Happy belated.
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Happy Birthday. I bought something for you, but then I ate it in a fit of temporary depression. Sorry.
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how many chickens are you gonna buy btw?
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Absolutely bang-on. And that looks like the Rolls Royce of chicken accommodation.
I was looking into it for the summer, found a company called omelet – or similar – that supply an easy to move coup, chickens and even training it you want it. But perhaps I’m shooting a full 365 early as I will ONLY be 32.
Do keep us updated with your fowl progress.
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Happy clucking birthday.
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Thirty three. Something unpleasant happened to Jesus when he was thirty three, I think. I was quite relieved to reach 34 unscathed. If you hear the sounds of hammers and nails coming form the coop late one night, gather your family and run like hell.
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Belated birthday greetings – you need to edit the Who Am I? section now.
There are more than enough chickens round here without you getting a load too. And what will your friend, the huge canal duck, think?
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Happy Birthday. You are clucking insane.
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I was almost sure that 33 was the crucifixion birthday.
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Happy Birthday. Nice chicken crib.
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It’s a good thing you got a nice one, since when the Little Woman finds out you’ve been messing about on ebay, you may be rooming with Chicken Little.
Happy birthday, and happy chicken-farming.
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That is a very sharp looking chicken coop. Nothing can beat having fresh eggs in the morning, especially real ones, and not the factory-farmed fake ones I end up getting all the time. I miss farm living.
Have you never heard the phrase “In the doghouse”? Destroy that coop as soon as humanly possible. Either that or fit a barcalounger in it STAT. Oh and Happy Birthday Dan!
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