Linda has stopped giving us cooked chicken mixed up in our food. She actually didn't plan to do it, it's just that she ran out of frozen chicken breasts a week ago. Chim is eating his food just fine without the mixed in chicken, but I've been way more slow to get on board. There is the old "you'll eat when your hungry" saying. Well, it's true. I haven't been too happy about the bland, tasteless and stinky food, but I actually ate it all this morning without pouting. It's not like the chicken was even expensive, maybe $10 a month. It was the whole touching dead flesh, and more importantly, having to smell cooked chicken first thing in the morning that was gross to her.
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| "It's OK Linda, I'll live... I hope...." |
