tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578146894523606813.post7722183844412481214..comments2023-10-10T07:56:50.353-07:00Comments on making it fun: A chicken with a neckJust Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09613843318204543298noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578146894523606813.post-49936892727422894322011-08-15T07:09:13.061-07:002011-08-15T07:09:13.061-07:00Blech…yeah (and that photo kind of kicked up my mo...Blech…yeah (and that photo kind of kicked up my morning sickness!)Penelopehttp://penelopesoasis.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578146894523606813.post-63404543994696600952011-08-14T06:38:27.736-07:002011-08-14T06:38:27.736-07:00lol I am glad I am not the only one put off by thi...lol I am glad I am not the only one put off by this! <br /><br />I almost opened a box 'o'wineJust Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09613843318204543298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578146894523606813.post-6364810676995086512011-08-13T20:09:45.347-07:002011-08-13T20:09:45.347-07:00Ugh, I would have needed to sit a spell, too! Ha! ...Ugh, I would have needed to sit a spell, too! Ha! Thanks for coming by on my SITS day.jeanne @ Inspiring Ideashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05019030802662324836noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578146894523606813.post-52126313730671120772011-08-12T19:46:28.876-07:002011-08-12T19:46:28.876-07:00I was doin' fine reading, thinking well goodne...I was doin' fine reading, thinking well goodness, at least it's not a mutant chicken....'cause then I'd wonder just how much asbestos was in it's feed and oh goodness, just how much does that mean we're eating...at least it's not a mutant. All my mutant thoughts came after my No Hands Inside a Dead Bird policy flashed through my head, but before I thought that at least it's a neck...that's *outside* the body, not inside and consequently, not a violation of said policy.<br /><br />Then I saw the picture. I think I need to ammend my dead bird policy.<br /><br />And no, I'm not a vegetarian. I've even seen my close friend plucking the last of the pin feathers off of a turkey in my kitchen sink for a Friendsgiving one year. But, I don't remember a neck. But, then again, maybe that's why I wasn't cooking! ;> :>Karenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06572568205513606978noreply@blogger.com