Of all the useful conversations I have in a day, the final one of the day was not one of them, but it was however the most amusing. As Himself and I fell asleep last night we started on the pet list that we wish to expand on. It always starts with the want for a dog - mine usually goes down the bearded collie route called 'Spider', whilst Himself sways towards an Alsation or Husky called 'Wolf' (or Greywind, but that just sounds like a title for flatulent geriatrics). Last night we ventured into the territory of farm animals and amused ourselves for a good hour coming up with names for each notion. Now, we laid there pretty darn chuffed with ourselves, so I figured I should share them...
Cows
Cow-aline
Cow-rol
Simon Cow (yes, we went there)
Ducks
Duck Berry
Duck Cherry
Chickens
Lady Cluck
Hen-rietta
Goats
Billy
Sheep
Chop
Mint Sauce
Baar-bara
...and so the list continues. Anyhoo, I guess the point of this entry is to say 'Thank god we arn't having children!'
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