Mama sometimes likes to pretend that she has time for homemaking and so she made a chicken last night for the dinner instead of buying one from Fred Meyer.
Today she let the glass dish soak on the counter and I forgot about it.
I was reaching over to see if we had any rolled oats so I could make a pastry that I have a particular craving for (yes I am guilty of this homemaking thing too except my delusion is that I'm good at it) and my hair decides to take a stroll in the chicken water.
I smell like chicken now.
Incidentally here is my friend Jenny.