I wasn't expecting the box to be at the shop today, since I thought they were going to be mailed today. (No big deal, Jen, you just enabled me a little sooner, is all.
) If they came during the week, I would have been at the door to intercept the mail lady, but as it was, my son calls me. "Mom, you have a box of eggs here. Something about live embryos on the box." I told him to sit them on the table, that I would be there for them later. When I picked them up, DH was working at the bench. "Show quality eggs," I told him. "You need to sell some chickens," he says. "I suppose you used
my money to buy them, huh?" I didn't even bother answering that question. He'll be eating the eggs soon enough. He won't have to buy those.
Tazcat, you reminded me of what I did a two springs back. I went to buy feed, and of course they had the tub out with all the chicks in it. They didn't have any boxes to put the chicks in, so I had them put five in a paper bag. When I got home, I walked straight past him out to the chicken coop. He thought I had some kind of feed for them. I already had some chicks in the coop, so he didn't realize that I added the extra five in. I wasn't until they were a few months old I told him what I did, but by then, it didn't make any difference.