IT'S A BOY?

As I mentioned yesterday, nobody in the house (besides me) knows how to roast a chicken so even though it was Mother's Day, I ended up making dinner.  Emily was in the kitchen taking a lesson, watching carefully so that she could do it next time.

"Oh look" I said as I cleaned out the cavities "It's a boy chicken."

"Ewwww " Emily replied "Is that its thingie? ......oh wait...it's the neck right?"

I have my work cut out for me.

CHANGES

Besides being a technotard my husband is also a bit of a chicken.  He is afraid of heights and prefers to keep his feet planted firmly on the ground that is why I was shocked when he agreed to go skydiving while we were in New Zealand last month.   There was no bribing nor begging nor taunting on my part to  coerce him into participating in such a high risk adventure.   I thought that perhaps he might chicken out at the last minute but he went through with it.  He's a changed man.  Hopefully he'll keep changing, maybe into something like this...

or this....

or maybe even this....

yeah, maybe in my dreams.

So do you want to see proof of the jump?  Check this out!