Roosterville

Many, many years ago a friend of ours (who was and is a practical joker) nicknamed my husband, Rooster. My hubby is a sweetheart, but he loves nothing better than a challenge and let's face it sometimes dealing with clients is a challenge. Our friend loved nothing more than watching hubby get his feathers ruffled.

The nickname stuck (he's not crazy about it) and family and friends vowed to bring as many roosters into our lives as possible. Here's just a few of our treasures: A very alive rooster showed up on our office steps early one morning. Our brother-in-law (who's a terrific artist) drew a rooster in the corner of our freshly poured concrete driveway. A concrete rooster in full color showed up in our flower garden. We've received rooster salt and pepper shakers, rooster towels, rooster clocks, framed photos of roosters, a huge, huge stuffed rooster, rooster license plates, rooster garden flags (including one with a swirling tail) and one of my personal favorites a dancing rooster who crows.

Not long ago I managed to get this photo of hubby and he'll kill me for sharing it, but I can't resist.

Forgive me Rooster!