The List

My wife gave me a list, off I went, shopping -- not my style, a list, myself a freelance enthusiast by nature -- Inspiration of the moment! (already one can tell, that this would not end well) Where are the eggs? There was this street vendor I passed, selling chickens -- cackling coming from the backseat of the van, should have been an immediate give-away. They grew quickly: Of course, any fool knows that, if you have chickens, eventually you will have eggs…but not if they are all roasters! My wife said, we should eat them. Mathew, Mark, Luke and John looked up at me, with the most cherub eyes: Well, my wife, not nearly as normal as I, was not the type to let things settle, once her taste-buds were defined I hid the ax in the basement, behind a glass tank, where my pet cobra, Cuddles, resides -- knowing the chickens would be safe till Costco opened the following morning -- on her new list, eggs again, roasted chicken or Ax….