I have been meaning to post for more than a month now about the anniversary gift our friend Aideen gave us. (We celebrated our 4th wedding anniversary at the end of April.) Since Christmas, Aideen has been going on and on about how she was going to get us chickens as an anniversary gift. I was not amused. (See also: March 7th post.) I really don’t want to own chickens, for all the reasons listed in that rant. But Aideen was insistent – we were getting chickens for our anniversary! We would love it! There is no stopping Aideen once she gets an idea in her head. You just have to roll with it.
I made contingency plans – I would post them on Freecycle and claim that the cats next door ate them; I would try giving them to people I already knew had chickens; I would drive them to Drumlin Farm and leave them in a box with a note: “Orphans. Please adopt or eat.” I was prepared. I was ready.
Aideen showed up with a 7-pound Perdue oven-stuffer roaster and a dozen eggs. She is endlessly pleased with herself that she had me riled up for months over this. I have never laughed harder after opening a gift. Or been more relieved. Because really, when it comes to Aideen, you can never be certain.