Last night I fried Chicken for dinner.
Here in Kansas they say super. But I’m from Oregon where we say Lunch and Diner.
Here you have to be careful if you invite someone to diner – they might show up for lunch!! While you’re still in bed! No. Not really.
Well maybe some days.
But I digress…………………
So Hubby Dear comes in and says
Hmmmmm that smells heavenly.
To which I reply
It smells like grease.
To which he replies
When I get to heaven it’s going to smell like fried chicken.
When I get to heaven it’s going to smell like coconut tanning lotion like on the beach at Waikiki.
And besides that everyone on the beach will be at least 20 lbs overweight except ME.
Do you think there are separate heavens for men and women?
Enjoy your lunch, dinner, super, whatever