Tuesday, February 28, 2012


Well, whaddaya know?  They really do write songs about Tuesday.

Poison Ivy-- I haz it.  I has it in places that I'm not sure how I gots it there.  I itch everywhere.  Gah... and I still have three trees to clear off!

I was at work today, working away, when The Other Rod -- Not To Be Confused With Former Group Leader Rod-- called me over.  He told me he'd cooked some possum, and asked me if I wanted some.  I said, "Seriously?  That's possum?"

He insisted that it was.  I tried a little piece and said, "Possum tastes a lot like beef."

He kept saying it was possum, but later on, I heard him tell a couple of other people that it was wild hog.  Since I've never had either, I couldn't tell you what it was.

He said he's going to bring some more tomorrow.  In the meantime, I'm going to go itch. 

And itch.

And itch...


Bag Blog said...

Tuesdays are usually good for me. Don't think I'd want any possum - no matter what day of the week.

Becky said...

It wasn't really possum. It was wild hog. I didn't like it, but that may have been all the bell pepper they'd put on it.


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