Chicken Scratch

Well, I'da thought I wouldn't still be needin' this crap by now, but not here in Cowtown!!

Yeah, that's right - snow skiis, snowshoes, all I need to find is my wooly red Voyageur toque.

The snow is gone today, but can you believe it? Shovellin' snow in May?? I never thought I'd ever embrace the idea of coatin' myself in batter, but at least that would keep my cluckin' pinfeathers warm!!

So, do Speedos here come with earmuffs? Flip-flops fit inside galoshes?? With all that modern science can do, why do we still have to suffer with WINTER???

Ah, wattaya gonna do? My natural predators (Col. Sanders, Albert & Walter) spend winters in Florida, which allows me more freedom here to hit the slots and horses. So, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow, Baby-Cakes!

Lookin' back at that picture up top, I seem to be reposin' in an unnatural angle, what with my neck and all. Looks like I maybe told Tony Soprano to go blow bubbles. Happy to report that I am just double-jointed, in my neck. Not to worry.

And no, I didn't recently escape a wringin'... My head ain't goin' anywhere soon.

Except maybe to a local card table - Daddy feels an inside straight comin' on!!!

Cluck for now!