Well, I've finally done it . . . . .

I went to the market this morning and, yes, I purchased a chicken for dinner. Now, this is not the SuperTarget, where you get to pick your nicely packaged cellophane boneless and skinless chicken breast. It is not even headless, featherless, organless or footless. It's actually still clucking. I looked into its beady little eyes and told the lady "I want that one" and they proceeded to slit its throat. I felt bad for a little while, as I listened to it flapping around in the big bin they put it in to die. Is anyone getting completely grossed out yet? Well, to make a long story short, when I got home I told Albert we'd have to go OUT to eat to get our chicken for the foreseeable future. I just can't handle all this death every weekend. Especially when I'm a Gamecock fan!!!!! More funny stories to come . . . .

P.S. Go Cocks! Beat the Dawgs!!!!!!!