Chris just accused me of making up the fried chicken story at the bottom of my last post.
First of all, I resent the implication that I am a liar, or that I would EVER LIE in this blog. This is just you and me here, guys. If we can't trust each other, we have nothing.
Second, what kind of crazy person makes up cute stories about their kids? People who don't actually have kids and are about the steal the fetus from your womb, that's who. Seriously, anyone who has kids knows you couldn't make this shit up.
Except for Chris.
Guess I shouldn't tell him that I'm actually copying this blog whole-cloth from the blog of this lady from Virgina.