My Year as a Politically Active Chicken

Go Get Me a Chicken. Please.

Get your art on
My brand spankin new yard art
This was stuffed into the back seat of a Subaru Forester with my sister.

I make myself laugh. Daily.

But no one made me laugh as hard as my friend Carol when she sent me Jenny Lawson’s Bloggess post, And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.

I have been known to decorate my living spaces in the “early eighties garage sale” theme. And when I passed an artsy-fartsy shoppe on West Bay in Largo, Florida featuring giant roosters on their sidewalk, I hadda have one.

Here’s how that went down:

  1. I tell my flexible husband I found the perfect birthday gift. For Me.
  2. As we pass the artsy-fartsy shoppe, I point it out, clapping gleefully.
  3. My flexible husband stomps on the gas, and says I’ve lost my mind.

By now you’ve guessed I got my chicken. And the lore and joy this hunk of junk has brought me has to documented.  You’re welcome.

 

Author: myyearasapoliticallyactivechicken

I was nine when I produced the thriller "The Giggle Bug". One toxic bite, and you DIE laughing. I was much older when I produced "Who Cut the Cake?!" A matrimony -n- cheese served up in a mystery dinner theatre. At my wedding. I played the part of the bride.

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