Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Memorial Day and I caught a chicken.
I went to a BBQ where I caught my first chicken. It's not easy catching a chicken. It's even harder when you're trying not to spill your margarita while chasing said chicken. In case you're wondering I caught the chicken for cuddling purposes not for eating purposes.
In conclusion I want a pet chicken. Apparently I need a farm and some way to train the cats to not attack the chickens. I also seem to have tennis elbow from too many Michael Jackson moves, or maybe chasing chickens. I'm guessing it's the dance moves.