KFC!

I had a horrible afternoon at work.  Every time I hung up the phone, I said something similar to "Sweet Merciful CRAP!  What the heck is WRONG with people today?!"  If they didn't want to yell at me, they wanted to whine at me.  If they weren't whining or yelling, they were trying to download software while saying "what do you mean by 'right click'?"  ARRRGGG It was ugly.

By the time I headed home, I was nearly in tears.  Stress on top of stress.  Kevin called me to say that he'd meet me at the gas station to fill up the van.  There was one place in town that hadn't raised prices yet, so they were 10 cents lower than everyone else, and I HATE pumping gas in cold weather.  With the rain and snow and wind, it was icky out there.  My day was looking up.

After he pumped the gas, he said, "I'm going to get dinner."  Huh?  Oh well, who am I to ask questions?  He brought home KFC with all the fixin's!  Since I can't fry chicken worth a hooey, it was a grand feast for us.  When I got done, I went into the kitchen to clean up.  Beside Natalie's spot at the table was what was left of her chicken.

Now, I know that most 7-year-old kids take a few bites of the easy-to-get chicken, and leave tons on the bone.  Not Natalie!  She gets all the good out of her food.

When she realized that I had taken this picture, and planned to post it to my journal, she said, "HEY!", but it looked like this:

Then, Monica realized that Natalie was the subject of a journal entry, and she felt left out, so here is Monica, in the shawl that she bought in Mexico:

Yeah, that's a Tshirt that she's wearing under the shawl.  Nobody ever gave us credit for fashion sense around here.  Once a hick, always a hick!

And just so Kevin doesn't feel left out...heh heh heh, here we go again...tonight it was Fudge who took advantage to his sleepy state:

Yeah, I made the bed this morning!