Monday, January 7, 2008

Manic Monday: One

If there was only ONE chicken left on the entire planet, I would name her Madeline, and we would have lots of fun. We would watch movies, drive around the countryside, and listen to the radio.
I would make sure to tell Madeline "thank you" at least once before I ate her that evening in a delicious platter of chicken fettucine alfredo.
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Manic Monday on my other blogs:
Jantrails: I have one dollar left....
Jantics: I have less than one week left....
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13 comments:

onionboy said...

aw chicken!

TopChamp said...

haha.. This was the best MM post I have ever seen.

Then I read back as far as hitting 30 - panicked myself - now I have to go.

Mr. Fabulous said...

This is all predicated on your ability to cook. In other words, it is all a house of cards.

Dont make me get out my flying Monkeys! said...

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Deb

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Jamie said...

Awww

There's always the possibility that Madeline has a knife and fork of her own.

the teach said...

Poor Madeline...:( Janna you're evil... :)

Lynda said...

I would do the same thing with Sammy the shrimp and family.

Mo said...

This reminds me - I need to post about my chicken-wrangling experience!

I'm glad Madeline had some nice entertainment before dinner!

Desert Songbird said...

So now I've read this post AFTER reading Mo's chicken wrangling post. How strange, how odd...

I think I'll have a roast beef sandwich for lunch.

Janna said...

Onionboy: ....yes...??

TopChamp: The best you've ever seen? Wow!

Mr. Fab: Oh, I can cook ok, I just usually choose NOT to. And I'd rather someone else did the whole chicken-slaughtering thing. Chickicide is not my forte.

Deb: Thanks for stopping by!

Jamie: She might have a knife and fork, but I bet it's hard to use them with those wings of hers.

Teach: Evil AND Old! :)

Lynda: Ooooh, me too!

Morgen: I'm curious to hear the ENTIRE chicken story. You intrigued me with your phone call! I will stop by later today and check that out.

DesertSongbird: The roast beef sandwich used to be named Frank.

Marilyn said...

I was thinking the slaughtering and feather plucking would be a test of fortitude. I imaginge that I would make an awful pioneer.

Travis said...

There's a really naughty joke in there, but you can't make me tell it.

Janna said...

Marilyn: Me too. Chickicide is not my forte.

Travis: Awwwww, c'mon... tell meeeeeee! Does it have something to do with "choking a chicken"?