Like poor dumb Chicken Little, I sometimes feel like the sky is falling. It never does, though, and life goes on, bumps and all. I get to feeling pretty darned lucky, leading a charmed life and outsmarting the stupid chicken -- and then this stupid Blogthing tells me this.Well. Y'all have a good Thursday and look out for falling sky pieces and crazed poultry running amok. Life is hard enough without getting conked on the head and pounded into chicken paste. If you can catch a wily fowl, though, grab it and turn it into soup. Chicken soup is always good for whatever ails us.
Your Unique Costume is a Chicken with its Head Cut Off |
 An excuse to run around like you're crazy :-) |
5 comments:
Your Unique Costume is a Poo Poo Platter.
I'm not gonna touch that one. LOL! Happy Thursday to you, too. Blessings!
A Poo Poo Platter?
I just had one of those!!
Serena Joy.....?
There is NOTHING fowl about you!
Your last day of work!!
I can't even imagine what that costume would look like, Marion. LOL. Hope you've had a wonderful Thursday!:)
And I'll bet it was very good, wasn't it, G? A little bit of this, a little bit of that, a taste of the other. You're right, I'm not sporting any fowl feathers today. Alas, I am in a bit of a foul mood.:-)
BWAK!
Dat come wid egg roll?
Much to Chicken Little's chagrin, yes, Skunk, it does come with eggroll. Just watch out for eggroll chunks falling out of the sky.:-)
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