Well, I reckon you could say I'm now on the Chick-fil-a Diet. I went to Chick-fil-a for lunch --- along with five or six hundred of my closest friends --- then worked the two chicken sammiches I ate there off at the Lifetime Flatness Club at The Rim, then got a call from Kimbu as I was about to head home. She asked me to go BACK by Chick-fil-a so I could pick up some old dead chicken for her and her momma, which I did. While there, of course, I also picked up ANOTHER Chick-fil-a sammich for MY supper.

So here I am, gobbling my THIRD Chick-fil-a sammich of the day.

Considering the fact I really don't particularly LIKE "old dead chicken," I suppose you could say it's the principle of the thing....or you could just say I don't give a large rodent's rear if people want to "marry" peckerwoods or p-i-s-sants they WILL also respect MY beliefs, else we're going nose-to-nose --- and I got a BIG one! (Nose, too, for that matter!