Posted by on Mar 7, 2020 | 11 comments

 

Do I have to stay out of  the garden? No way, Jose.

Well, here we are, more or less socked in with hand cleaners everywhere and no visitors, by choice.  Sort of lonesome, really, but until we are certain about how to live the day healthily, we’re sticking close to home.

Still, I’m pretty sure mama will have to hit the open market tomorrow for that BIRD (drool) she ordered on Wednesday, because our dear elderly friend loves the crunchy wings only!  The roast chicken guy actually scissors them off into mama’s tupperware for delivery to lively Lilly, 91 and holding.

Hey, we get the rest, although I hear mama snorting, “Who’s this  WE, paleface?”

Listen, mama, if friends are putting dibs on chicken parts, I’m opting for the legs, okay?  That leaves you and papa PLENTY in the middle!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Loulou, we’ll save you the wishbone for sure so you can wish for those legs next time…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why do I put up with this?