I shared it.
I continue to share it.
And now, I will share it again so you can see where this is all coming from. Go ahead and read it and then come back here.
And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.
Last week, after the great friend surprise, my sister texted me that she had found me THE best gift EVER. Jane always gets excellent gifts, so I knew it must be REALLY good.
I was told to sit on the couch and not look. Peter and Doug went to the car to get it.
Jane took the picture above when the chicken came into the house.
I put the picture on Facebook, laughing the whole time, and tagged my fellow Jenny Lawson friends. There is a tad bit of jealousy, along with probable relief that this giant chicken isn't in their own homes.
Naturally, this chicken needs a name. He came in as Roger Rooster a la Doug, but I think something more fabulous is in order.
What say you?
I enjoy Reginald for some mad reason...I've been reading a trilogy from British author, Gil McNeil, and it sounds oh so dashing to me at the moment.
That was the start to a perfect day. THE most perfect Thanksgiving in the history of our Thanksgivings. Just eight of us, delicious food, (fabulous left overs today!), lots of laughs and a grand 'ole time.
PS - I know a few people in the New England states who got hammered by the weather and had no power. Good for you for Bar-B-Queing your turkeys, for using propane and for making gratitude happen despite Mother Nature's tricks.