Do buffaloes have wings?
2 12 2007The local grocery store sold Karen a rancid chicken on Saturday. It was a seven pounder destined for the table of a family in our church, so while Karen set about making the other preparations I returned the offending bird and got a replacement chicken:
Did you catch it? Look at the picture again. Yes, friends, that’s not a chicken. It was right next to the Purdue broilers, but that is most definitely a breast of turkey. Karen said “That’s not a chicken!” To this I replied “What?! Of course it’s a chicken!” After cursing I went back a second time and got a real chicken. It probably would have been easier to raise my own at this point. I suppose this raises the question of how I can cook a chicken if I don’t know what one looks like.
Suddenly I have something in common with Jessica Simpson…
It’s times when this sort of thing happens to me that I wish I had a wife to catch my mistakes! Your blog is hilarious! Glad Cynical Dad had you on his blogroll… and now you’re on mine. Funny stuff…
Funny. My wife will tell you she didn’t recognize a turkey when she was selecting a husband.