Hello honey,
Forget about the pork chop you were going to cook for yourself tonight. There’s some chicken waiting for you at the front door.
Well, okay, it’s not actually a chicken (more like a small bird), and you might have to share it with The Mini, but hey, it looks pretty fresh.
And I ain’t touching it.
Have a good evening.
Hmmm. There’s some sage in the fridge, right? Some oranges too? Maybe a little mushroom risotto on the side . . .
Mmmmm. Wild bird.
BTW, I saw the biggest, fattest, robin ever on the front lawn yesterday. Is it him?
I’m going to pretend I’m not a witness to this exchange. Now inserting fingers in ears and loudling chanting LALALALALALALALALALALALA!