Here we go again with more Chicken talk or should I say balk. Cute! Get it, balk, balk, balk, and so on. Gracie Allen, my dog, and I are eating Healthy Choice, Cafe Steamers Chicken Margheita. Sorry I thought it was Maranarja. Not even close. 300 calories! You see after the post discussing the unfertilized egg umbilical cord in my frying pan I just couldn't do the egg today. It is 10:30 a.m. and why not eat Chicken Margherita. Maybe I should have had a Margarita too. Naw, too early and too sweet. Those are great for noon lunches with old friends as long as you eat a ton with it so you can (not) drive home after sitting and taking up the table for three hours of talking nonsense. It still beats a six pack, a hockey stick, and a snowmobile sitting outside the Whitehouse. Sorry all you bowlers and snowmobile rs but its just not my thing. The Hilton please and no side turns. Geez, my dog ate so much Margheita she is laying out on her side while the cat is dealing with a hair ball across the room. Still say, its better than what? Its just fine. I am still living alone after four weeks of no teenagers in the house. It is amazing. I even started remembering how to cook. And I bought some drawer liners, go figure....I am on a living alone roll and do not plan to change course. It quiet, I can have my own thoughts and say what I want to anyone listening...including myself. I can put a picture up and no one says eeww no no. I can do whatever I want with no interference. It is amazingly wonderful. Better than divorce from a bad man.... better than.....and so on. I think it is time for a piece of DOVE chocolate to top off our Chicken breakfast. I wouldn't want to get to confident or comfortable just in case...that goes for the election too. She's a slick one. We had bullies like her in H. S. too. Wanna be winners that sometimes made it just because they were tough and walked over the top of everyone else. Like those big wheeled trucks that run over a row of cars. The row of cars being the middle class. That six pack talk is calling all the middle class to vote for her so she can line 'em all up and run over them thru poverty. Well "guys and gals"... (and don't forget to add the accent) watch your back with this one, she's no chicken!
