I'm scheduling this to post itself sort of close to Thanksgiving. And so while you're all enjoying your leftover dead bird sandwiches, I figured you could enjoy these sights I saw around town.
First off, I think I need some of this lotion, 'cause I've been feeling all sorts of cynical lately:Also, I found out that in addition to serving up HAPPY chickens in Houston, we are also home of the Pollo Bravo:Now even though I do speak Spanish to a certain extent, at first glance I thought that this would mean that the chickens were brave. And doesn't that sort of make sense, that they would fry up the very bravest chickens in addition to the happiest?
But it actually means the same as the English. So I guess we're just CHEERING the chickens. Like, "Bravo! Way to go!! You're going to be the best dead chicken I ever ate!!!! Rah rah rah!"
I occasionally accuse myself of feeling like a train wreck. Today was the first day I ever saw the remnants of a real one though. Younger Gal took photos out our car window:
It's just not every day you pass a truck full of plastic geese. At least I only pass a truck full of plastic geese every once in a great while:Goat milk lollipops, yum!Actually, my guess is that I'd probably like those.
And that's it! I hope everyone is having a great Thanksgiving weekend!