Well, it’s time for a couple of new updates.

First of all, the chicken died.  We were sad, but well, not that sad.  It was doing just fine, growing like a weed, and pooping prolifically all over the back patio.  I had just had some great news … some nice people had offered to take him to a home out in the country, and I was looking forward to passing him on.

The day he was to leave, I walked outside and he was just laying there.  It looked like something had gotten to him, like a cat maybe.  It could have been my cat because she had been wanting to play with him for weeks and I wouldn’t let her.  But I know she had been out there the night before, so maybe she played with him after all.  I’m guessing the chicken didn’t think the game was much fun.

Anyway, he’s gone and my patio is clean again.  I’m pretty sure my daughter will never bring home another baby chicken.

The next update is about my husband’s fascination with Harley Davidson motorcycles.  I had told you that all he wanted for his birthday was to go LOOK at them … touch one, sit on one.

Well, one of my readers emailed and told me about a Harley dealership that rents them.  I thought that would be a perfect gift!

So I called and bought a gift certificate so he could rent a Harley for a weekend.  Oh, what a can of worms I have opened.

He took a motorcycle safety class first, and that’s pretty much all he talks about now. 

The other day he came home from work and asked how my day was.  I told him about the dead chicken.  I finished talking and waited for his reply.

“What color helmet should I get?” was his response.  His mind was a million miles away from dead chickens.

Other Harley Owners (HOs) have come out of the woodwork and are including him in their circle of love.  He’s learning about the difference between a softail standard and a lowboy.  One person gave him a Harley t­-shirt that says on the back, “If you can read this, the (woman) fell off”.

He’s finally renting his Harley next weekend.  He’s like a little kid the week before Christmas.  He is so excited, he can hardly sleep.

I don’t know exactly where this is going to end up, but I hear from other HO wives that we’ll probably have a Harley in the garage by year’s end.  Any married couple knows that if a husband buys a Harley (or a boat or a deer lease or any other manly thing), it doesn’t set well with the wife.  Wives would rather spend the money on new towels, new clothes, a trip to Paris, new furniture, or an addition to the house.  With that in mind, we had a serious discussion about it the other night.

We devised a plan similar to the SPU (Spousal Permission Units) that I wrote about several years ago.  We’re calling this one the GFU (Guilt-Free Units).  For every dollar he spends on motorcycle-related activities, an equal amount goes into the book for me to spend as I wish, with no guilt whatsoever.  Of course, he realizes that means for every dollar he spends, twice that much will exit our account.

He wants ME to take the motorcycle safety class now.  (It sort of sounds like fun, but shhhhh!  Don’t tell him I said so.)  If I don’t, I have a feeling I’ll be home alone a lot.  I sure as heck don’t want to spend all my GFUs on motorcycle stuff, though.  But …

What color helmet should I get?