Yup, I'm a chicken. I admit it. I proved it last night by moving from the dreaded third floor of the Haunted Mansion back down to the second floor. Actually, it was a move from being ALONE up there is scaryville to rooming with a kind and heavy sleeping friend who wasn't disturbed by my snoring. Thank you, Rena!
Further mocking my chickenly ways, the rooster in the coop beneath our room cockadoodle-dooed at me this morning when I went out on the balcony.
Yeah, pal, I got it. I'm a chicken...but not as pretty as you.
Wickedly Yours,
Fran Friel
Note: The lovely chicken photo is from http://www.avianmedicalcenter.net/Portals/0/chicken.png. Many thanks!
