I was using the computer, John was reading. Suddenly he started to get up, and I SWEAR he muttered, “Chicken Fucker!” as an angry curse. Instead, he was just muttering about ‘checking our fire’ (in our wood burning stove to see if it needed a poke.) I told John what I thought I heard. We’re both still laughing. *grin*

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