Other people’s husbands send them flowers. Mine sends things like this:
In his defense, he knows I prefer both crows and puns to roses.*
There doesn’t seem to be a specific number of crows in a murder,** but I did discover that another name for a flock of these birds is a storytelling.
A storytelling of crows . . .
I like that.
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Joke of the Week
(as told by the twelve-year-old next door as he helped himself to a bucketful of acorns from our back patio)
Knock knock! How many chickens does it take to cross the road?
Three: One to stop the traffic, one to dart across, and one to answer the door.
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Getting my Geek on:
Non-Newtonian fluids rock—literally.
This is even more mesmerizing than last week’s jello thing.
Plus, this particular fluid is called an oobleck—after Bartholomew and the Oobleck by Dr. Seuss!
I know!
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* Except in February, May, and June—though purple tulips are even better.
** “More than two” is the general assumption for any flock. There appears to be seven geese per gaggle, though I suspect that number came from A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.
Earful of Cider 