Just thinking

So, a lot of people have been stopping by my blog and apparently they are all looking for Broaster chicken…

Oh Well, Can’t win them all.

Here are some important Broaster facts for you…

BROASTED_INFO

(I would like to add that the little chicken on the box looks very happy that he is about to be broasted. As well as the fact that I write about chicken way too much. I don’t really even like chicken all that much.)

This weeks family night was an easy one.

Chick-fil-a, Ice Cream and a trip to Tar-jay.  Everybody was happy.

David hung out with the cow (and yes his face is actually the color of his shirt…play-land) and Rachel screamed every time the cow came near her.

This mascot has obviously been punched by a few kids in his day, so he backed off pretty quickly.

Poor kid has some awful aversion to large furry mascots.  It all started with Chuck E. Cheese. (and she made sure we knew tonight she didn’t the the cow or that mouse.)

Fun time.  We love Chick-Fil-A!

EAT MOR CHICKIN!

So, I gotta know.

Is this the Broaster Chicken we were   talking  about the other day?

It’s in a gas station.  In the middle of nowhere.

So, it must be good chicken…right?

I might have to trust you on this one.