(For those who might not remember, we wrote about our Nancy in a previous post,
Meet the Spice Girls). These days, we are almost accustomed to shocking news about politicians, rock stars, sports dudes, and other figures that we put on a pedestal. Is there no end to the deception and duplicity? To the scandals and scams? One day it’s Edwards, the next day it’s Woods, and then Lauer! I mean, really, Lauer? You just can’t trust anyone, anymore.
Being savvy to these matters, I’d like to say I was blasé when I heard the latest as I went about my morning ritual, savoring my coffee, enjoying the first rays of sunshine pouring through the kitchen window, and about to let Riley (a.k.a. the Chicken Addict) out the door for his morning constitutional. I’d like to be able to say that I wasn’t stunned by the outcry that reverberated right through my back door. Cock-a-doodle-doo! I should have taken the news in stride. After all, things like this happen every day, right? But first thing in the morning—before I even finished my first cup of coffee? Cock-a-doodle-doo! My friends, our Nancy Pelosi is male! He has come out of the coop, and he is crowing about it! Nancy is a ROOSTER! Talk about fowl play!