I'm Not From The South
I was making dinner the other night when Sarabeth came in and asked, "what are we having for dinner?"
My response, "Fried Chicken." She turned and looked at me quizzically.
"What is fried chicken?"
Are my kids deprived?
I was making dinner the other night when Sarabeth came in and asked, "what are we having for dinner?"
My response, "Fried Chicken." She turned and looked at me quizzically.
"What is fried chicken?"
Are my kids deprived?
3 comments:
LOVE fried chicken! LOL
Lisa, I can't get to your blog anymore!
LOL! I've NEVER fried chicken! I guess that means my kids are deprived, too. ;)
Coffee, next week?!
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