Brian: Is that rooster on the billboard up there named Rex Goliath?
Me: Um, yes I think it is. If we ever have a rooster, we should really name it Rex Goliath. Not that we’ll ever have a rooster.
Brian: Why not? I want to own chickens some day.
Me: (revolted expression on my face) Why?
Brian: For the eggs, and stuff.
Me: But we hardly ever eat eggs.
Brian: But fresh eggs are extra good. We’d eat fresh eggs.
Me: I don’t think we would. I don’t think owning chickens is going to make us super prolific egg eaters.
Brian: Well, you could put them in pies.
Me: Uh, why am I putting the chickens in pies?
Brian: Not the chickens, the eggs. What the hell is wrong with you?
Me: (after several minutes of laughing) Lots, but I think that’s a bigger discussion than you want to have right now. Besides, how many pies am I making?
Brian: I don’t know. Enough to use up the eggs. You could bake cakes too. Like one a week or something. We’ll move out into the country.
Me: Unless you want to have a 600 pound wife, I don’t think that’s a viable option.
Brian: You don’t have to eat them. You could have a pie and cake stand, and give them out to all our country neighbors.
Me: Because we’ll have thousands of neighbors living in the country. Also, why am I the one baking stuff. I think YOU should start a pie stand in the country.
Brian: Um, what? I couldn’t possibly, because. You… it’s your calling.
Me: Uh huh.
Casey E. Hamilton 
