Turducken
I have something that I need to share. And you're probably going to judge me. But at least I will feel good knowing that I got it out there for you all to know.Here it goes...I don't like turkey.Well. I kinda do. But not enough to eat it on Thanksgiving. Or ever really. So. Maybe I don't like it. My jury is still out.I don't know why. I'm just not a fan. It always seems dry to me. And it really doesn't matter how much gravy I slather on it, because believe you me, I slather with the best of them- it still tastes dry. And meaty. And birdy. And I just really don't like it.Call me unAmerican. I can take it. But I can't take the turkey

Also
Also I was listening to the radio this morning- after I saw the chicken- and heard something that reminded me why I'm proud to be an American.Apparently 76% of Americans take a written out list to the grocery store.Imagine that.A whole country full of list-ers!I love lists. And therefor love America!Ah. The sweet smell of patriotism in the morning!

The Chicken
Why did the chicken cross the road?To get to the other side.Clearly.But seriously.Today while driving to work.I saw a chicken cross the road.Expect it almost wasn't a live chicken because a Semi almost hit it.But honestly. It was crossing because it just wanted to get to the other side.Who knew?!

Because I Can't Make Up My Own Mind
I am only lucky gal.Fo. Real.I live with a ridiculously good looking man (just ask him), in a ridiculously good looking house (just ask me). I am the spawn of two ridiculously good looking parents (just ask them), and I have an absolutely ridiculously cute dog (just ask anyone. It's common knowledge) . In the scheme of luck- I'd say I take the cake. Oh, and I almost always get front row parking. (Ask Ber) If that's not luck- I don't know what is.Never mind you that my ridiculously good looking roommate thinks he's a serial killer and my ridiculously good looking house has plumbing issues. Or

Remember That One Time I Threw Dead Plants At You?
Mom, Mindilicious, Skippy, or just Mommy...In case you forgot, today is your birthday.When I think about all of our time together, the moment that stands as the hallmark of our relationship was when we were raking in the front yard. Do you remember that? I was totally pissed that you were making me be out there with you. You know me, I hate yard work. The thing is though, and I've always wanted to clarify this- I don't hate the labor. I hate the feeling of dirt on my hands. Something about it just gives me the heebie-jeebies! Anyway, back to you...We were in the front year raking and you told me to pick up a pile of