All Emily’s talk and gyration about peacocks makes me feel a bit threatened. She has chosen to set her sights not on a sexually ambiguous, general peafowl, but on a peacock, the male of the variety, the one with the fantastically fanning feathers. How deeply dare I read into her recent daydreamings of possessing a male whose feathery splendor far outweighs mine? In fact, my feathers are non-existent. Should I then be ascared?
“Oh, that white one looks like Christmas.”
Do I look like Christmas, I wonder to myself. Maybe I should go albino and sport snowlike dandruff.
Maybe to combat this gross wanting of peacock, I should set my sights on a peahen to replace my peanut. From the same site on which Emily found peacocks listed for $120, I spotted a peahen for a mere $20. Not only is that considerably cheaper than the male version, but markedly cheaper than a peanut living in your house who finds a consistent attraction to Target an itch worthy of repeated and regular scratching.
A peahen is obviously the better option!
I’ve got an idea! You could cover yourself in glue, rip open a pillow and role around in the feathers!!
Hey I have hardly set foot inside Target since school started! You wait until I’m earning more than you!!!! lol
I’ve just thought up a new saying
“He who earns it is allowed to spend it”
Since I’m the only ‘he’ in our household, that means I spend all the money? Sounds good to me. I’m glad to see you’ve so willingly submitted to your husband! mwa.
I replied to this comment but Drew deleted it!!!
Life must be fun in your house.
You guys make me laugh! xx