all two of y'all.
and i don't even think titilope reads this.
*cough*
mention me on twitter or sum'n...dang.
anyway.
but i thought it was.
so my mama was making sauteed chicken last night.
she cooked it, me and deren stole some, and so on.
deren decided to have spinach and mozzarella raviolis with hers.
did not offer me nary a one.
heifer.
so she's boiling the water for the raviolis--it has to be a rolling boil, too much and they'll rupture. they're from costco; i love costco, but i digress--and looking for the chicken, 'cause my mama put it away.
she looks on the stove. the counters. the table. the refrigerator. the pantry. my mama's purse. my mama's plate. under my mama, and under me.
checks the pantry and frigidaire again, then the freezer.
opens the washer and dryer. opens the dishwasher--that we don't even use. (to my father, it puts hair on your chest to wash dishes by hand or sum'n...)
goes and looks under my mama's pillow.
at this point she's frantic.
her water is boiling, and if it goes beyond that rolling boil, her raviolis are fubar.
"ma...where is the chicken?!"
i'm just sitting and laughing and watching.
my mama takes her back to barney days--"please and thank you are the magic words."
"ma. for the love of god. WHERE IS THE CHICKEN--please."
by this time i've noticed that it's in the microwave.
i'm staring at it outright, in hopes that my daft sister will see it.
she goes right to it...and looks in the cupboards above it.
i'm thinking now that she obviously doesn't want any chicken.
my mama tells her to check under the sofa.
this fool does it.
finally she takes pity on her and opens the microwave.
deren look so crushed inside.
'cause by now her raviolis have busted wide open, and they will not be bringing it back any time soon.
but at least she found the chicken.
for her part, she did tell me this joke on monday.
i jacked the font up. hmm.
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