Sep 03, 2012 - 7:24 am
We had so much KFC fried chicken left after the event that I told them to start taking it home. My beloved site supervisor picked up the tongs and the plastic bags and starting serving it out to each person that wanted some to take home. I told him to get me 2 pieces too. He said "which kind do you want? One breast or two?"
Now isn't that the frickin question? While I wait to see if they can do a lumpectomy after getting these lumps down?
Becky raised her fake-drawn-on eyebrow and stared him down. He didn't realize what he said until after. I love him (still)and...after the beating he will heal.