Tuesday, June 27, 2017
The Chicken Bribe
Buddy: Seriously, Jan, you went out for Mexican and this is what we get to eat? No doggy bag?
Merci: Not even a shred of chicken from the chimichanga?
Jan: How do you know I had a chicken chimichanga at a Mexican restaurant?
Buddy: Oh, come on! You downloaded the evidence from your camera when you came home. You're wearing the restaurant's birthday sombrero in the photos with your friends. (Not sure they'd want their pictures posted.)
Merci: And a chimichanga is your favorite Mexican meal. I hope you had better manners than you had last time and didn't eat another meal by mistake. (Quite An Impression)
Jan: Okay, if you have to know, the meal was delicious, the company was superb and there wasn't a bite of chicken left to bring you.
Merci: There never is.
Buddy: I bet our friend Loulou's mama would share her chicken.
Jan: Speaking of Loulou, it was such fun yesterday to find Loulou wrote a post titled Happy Jan Day. And with a birthday cake!
Buddy: Did you notice there were no candles? She must have been afraid she'd burn down the blog if she added candles.
Merci: Yes, 314 candles on a cake would be a bit much. But Loulou is so level-headed, she would probably just use one candle for each century.
Jan: I'm standing right here. I can hear what you're saying. Do you have to keep telling everybody I'm 314 years old?
Merci: Are you going to bring us some chicken next time you eat Mexican?
Jan: How about if I cook you some chicken today?
Buddy: Then we'll tell everyone the truth. You're only .... mmmmff mmmmff.
Thank you, Loulou, for the surprise post yesterday. And thanks to all who left a FB or JFF birthday comment.