The beautiful and somewhat crazy JoJo who blogs here has created a linky about friends, it looked great, so I thought I'd join in!
I'm not really sure exactly how it happened, but one of my good friends at my previous workplace, Pete, had a rubber chicken at work. And every now and then, Pete would squeak the chicken. So one night, whilst working late, it seemed a good idea. I kidnapped the chicken. Poor Pete was so upset, and conducted a number enquiries, the funniest was accusing a manager of taking the chicken. Eventually I returned the chicken. I thought it was just a bit of fun, but poor Pete was quite upset!
My penalty, he said, was to carry the chicken up the aisle. I said I couldn't possibly but he could bring one to the wedding. Now I am sure I said one! When the minister indicated it was time to kiss the bride, that's when I heard it. A chorus of rubber chickens. Pete, his beautiful partner and three kids were, pardon the expression, choking the chickens!
Now, when rubber chickens appear at your wedding, what can you do? Embrace the chicken!
Now I am sure that chickens are not in the arsenal of every wedding planner, but maybe they should be! Pete and his chickens provided us with fun, entertainment, much needed noise (I mean 150 guests don't create enough noise without help do they?) and even impromptu rain covers.
So thank you Pete, for being my friend, for brightening up my working life, and for chickens!