Yesterday I was, you know, thinking about it.
So when K came home from work I told him that I had been thinking about it.
"You feel like chicken tonight?" he asked.
[Girl in her Underwear would use the code word "meatloaf" instead of chicken, but The Lady Flabina is keeping it light.]
Here at House of Joy, it is always helpful if K or I let each other know that tonight's the lucky night.
The advanced notice allows the other person to anticipate the...er...pillowtalk.
After The Mayor and Rooster Girl finally passed out from their respective howling about bedtime, K began fiddling with the iPod to find some musical accompaniment.
It is no secret that, in my opinion, K is the world's slowest operator of any and all electronic devices except for power tools.
I must have been in a hurry to get to the naked part because, to move things along, I suggested that he put the iPod on shuffle on one of our more mellow singer-songwriter playlists.
Clearly I need to make a "Chicken Tonight" playlist because random iPod shuffling is not always what you need...
In the passionate throws of Making Chicken, the iPod started to play a classic country gospel tune by Jimmy Rodgers called "Just a Closer Walk with Thee."
This turned the Making of Chicken into a true Festival of Blasphemy.
Grant it, Jesus, is my plea,
"Oh, oh, oooooooooooooooooo!"
Daily walking close to Thee,
Let it be, dear Lord, let it be.