Saturday, 1 August 2015

Rash promises

It was my friend's 60th birthday party this afternoon.

After (almost) a bottle of lightweight pink wine, I rashly told her grandaughters that I would name my 2 chickens after them.

Excess of alcohol is not a reason to back out of one's promises, however rashly made.

So the Appenzeller will be called Larna,  and the Araucana will be called Sasha.#

It could have been much worse.

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