Sunday, February 4, 2007
This post is a mere trifle, like that dab of sorbet they give you sometimes in pretentious restaurants "to refresh the palate" between the appetizer and the entree. I think the preceding post may have intimidated my co-bloggers. Who wants to follow that? So I'm doing it for them.
Our friends invited us to a Christmas eve dinner, and we played that game where you take a grab bag gift, and then each succeeding person can keep the gift or demand an exchange with an earlier gift. Early in the game I received a large squawking rubber chicken (pictured, left), to which I quickly developed a somewhat strange and unnatural attachment. But the last person in the game snatched it from me, and our friend and host Denise apparently felt very bad about it.
My wife and I met in Boston this weekend to close on our house, and lo and behold, Denise had gone out and purchased another squawking rubber chicken, which Alene packed in her checked luggage and delivered to me here. I, on the other hand, do not check luggage and carry a soft-sided duffel bag. But if you barely touch the chicken it lets out a tremendous howl. I'm looking forward to seeing how TSA and my fellow airplane passengers handle it if anybody pushes on my duffel bag and it screams like a wounded chicken.