Yesterday when I got home, I kissed my wife and headed out the back door to the barn, to secretly begin planning the construction of my chicken coop.
Secretly, because my wife claims every Idea I come up with is a hair brained scheme that ends up costing 3 times more than the savings that was intended.
Normally these project are co-planned by my buddy Dale. Who is advising from a distance on this one, and has sworn to stay completely out of harms way, meaning he doesn't want to be beat to death with a live chicken. and has even stated he will deny any involvement with this project if questioned by either of our wives.
Anyway, My wife must have smelled the smoke as I went by and made her way to the barn to spy on me. She knows not to just ask what I'm doing, so she first, get a visual of the situation and makes her standard call to Dale's wife (Joy), First name (Kill), to see if she has any Intel as to what the boys maybe up to.
Unable to gather any information from her double agent on our covert mission she began her standard interrogation methods you might see Jack Bauer perform on 24.
Q: What ya doin in the barn?
A: Oh, just piddling around.
Q: You building something?
A: Trying to find some use for the those left over barn materials.
Q: Have you or Dale in the past month been in or have entered into any conversation or agreement to construct, plan, make material list, purchase or get prices on said materials to construct any structure on this or any other property in our names?
A: Not that you can prove.
My wife and I will be married 14 years this April. And I knew from the beginning she was my Miss right. I was not aware her first name was always.
Anyway, I have a lot of planning to do before I break ground on this project. Lucky for me I have another buddy who is a building official and plan developer for a small town near by. And one of the pluses is our wives don't know one another.
I am sure I will be asking some important question from the good folks here in the BYC site.
Everyone have a great day!
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