I don’t know how to explain this, but lately wherever I go I see roosters. I don’t mean real roosters, I mean tchotchke and knickknacks and random rooster items.
Do you remember when you were thinking about having a baby and everywhere you went you saw infants and pregnant women? Well, it’s like that. I am not sure when it started exactly, but I can not go into a store without noticing them.
Maybe it’s a new trend and they really are everywhere? I can’t help feel like they are stalking me. Even to the point of second-guessing my sub-conscience. “Maybe I really do want to buy a rooster”… “No! Really I don’t!”… Honestly, I have enough poultry in my life right now thank you very much.
Just yesterday, a good friend forwarded a blog post from a woman who purchased a giant metal rooster to spite her husband. It’s quite funny and of course involves a rooster: http://thebloggess.com/2011/06/and-thats-why-you-should-learn-to-pick-your-battles/
I did actually break down and buy a rooster yesterday. It is a copper rooster weathervane for T’s shed (ok pile of lumber) that I though I could live with and maybe just maybe will help relieve the rooster pressure… ??