Chicken butt not featured: Turkey sold separately.
I made my annual trip to the Indiana State Fair and somehow neglected to get any chicken butt shots. Oh well, whaddya gonna do?
Guess what? Ever since SOME EARLY BIRD told me his wife gets up before him and brings him a cup of coffee, The Mister’s been bringin me a cup of coffee every morning. This goes a long way toward the football on our tv. Well that, and we have the feet thing goin on. Matrimonial bliss is so gross. Our anniversary is later this month and I like to give fair warning about how gooey it may get. August turns us to mush.
Guess what else? My stream of consciousness is runnin out. Broken up by first down, Moo glomps, Sassy speak, and my dog’s itchy nose.
It’s a good day for distraction.