The Chicken Shirt

Those of you who know my husband will understand this story best. His attention span is...well...non-existant unless it has to do with hunting, cars, dogs...you know, the things that he likes. He also has a bad habit of not paying attention to the weather. Last September, we went to the state fair. Alissa and I dressed in layers because it was cool in the morning but I also realize how hot it can be walking around in the sun all day. Daren, on the other hand, didn't think or listen to me. He wore a black sweatshirt with a dark green fleece pullover. This is NOT how you dress in layers in September, in Kansas! Underneath the Grandstand at the fair there are vendors that sell t-shirts. After MUCH discussion and looking, he finally decided to buy a shirt that I think fits his personality perfectly. He had not worn that shirt since the state fair. Now, this past weekend, I'm not sure how we got onto the subject but I was telling our dinner friends about said shirt. Daren walked in and said he had no idea what I was talking about. It actually turned into quite the heated "discussion". He swore that he never purchased "The Chicken Shirt". So for backup I called Alissa into the room and asked her what Dad's chicken shirt said. She recited it, word for word and proceeded to say that it was the funniest shirt she had seen that day. STILL - he swore he didn't know what we were talking about. Then last night, after I decided we needed some ice cream, he changed out of his work clothes and guess what he was wearing?! "THE CHICKEN SHIRT"!!! So, I WAS Right, as usual! And I have proof this time!