An easy out

So I'm getting some flack about my quick turn around on the chicken subject.

Yes, I was excited. Yes, I was passionate. Yes, I loved the idea of having chickens.

And yes, I changed my mind.

A few people, when faced with the great depths of emotion and changes of mind that are Carolyn, are trying to rationalize my change of heart.

The best one I've heard has to do with David. My darling husband has been busting his ass installing radiant heat for our first floor. He's spent weeks in the basement, sawing off nails, drilling holes, installing aluminum plates, fighting with plastic tubing and drilling screws.

The poor guy just finished the installation. To expect him to turn around and build a chicken coop just to satisfy my whim would be inhumane.

So, me letting the chickens go was all about not working my husband into an early grave. That's the rationalization being handed to me.

Who am I to turn down such a logical, generous rationalization?

Look at me. I'm not fickle. I'm thoughtful and considerate.