I am currently at a rare loss of words for no reason at all, other than the fact that I’ve had to take 168 tests for work over the last 72 hours. I could write about what I’ve been studying, but honestly, I am trying to entertain, not send y’all into a fetal position while you beg me to make the boring stop.
So, first let me say that I love the comments y’all leave because where else could I discover that my love of Church’s Fried Chicken and Long John’s Silvers are shared by so many. I didn’t even mention the malt vinegar sauce in my post for fear of being ostracized, but y’all were so open that I can’t help but admit that yes, it is all about the crispies drowned in the malt vinegar sauce.
And now, I’ll leave you with this.
The other night, P was scrolling through all of our recorded programs on the DVR when he noticed that there were more than a few episodes of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air recorded.
He asked me, “Have you been recording the Fresh Prince?”
I explained that I’ve been recording episodes of Designing Women on Nick at Nite, but because the timer is off, I miss the last few minutes of each episode. So, I have to record Fresh Prince to catch the end of Designing Women.
P said, “Well thank God, I thought you had undergone a lobotomy and were actually making an effort to watch repeat episodes of Fresh Prince.”