chic-fil-lori

I wasn't able to throw my support

for Chic-Fil-A into the ring today.

I wanted to, believe me.

But,

weighing my options and pro's and con's,

I opted out.

(The family freak flag is flying high these days)

However, I did insist that K-Man go for lunch...

and he so reluctantly went.

He knows how to take one for the team,

I tell ya.

But in honor of Chic-Fil-A

and FREE SPEECH,

I fried my own chicken tonight.

Girls, yes I did.

And because our electric bill was $446 last month,

DESPITE our concerted efforts to crank

up the AC and turn off lights,

I opted to fry my chicken out in my glamorous

garage kitchen,

so not to heat up the house.

I had sweat dripping off my everythings.

Yes I did.

And I recruited Lucy to take pics.

(Of the chicken frying...not the above dripping.)

To which she said, "How many do I have to take??"

To which I said,

"Twenty, now stop complaining."

 

Sorry for the nose-shot.

But look at those glorious chicken strips

fryin' away.

Forget cholesterol.

Forget deep-fat fears.

Forget New-Age nutritional hooey.

I've got southern roots, man.

I gotta do it.

I just do.

And I have left-overs.

HAPPY DAY!!!

Here's to YOU, 

Chic-Fil-A!

And Chic-Fil-Lori.