That is hilarious! Aren't you glad you had boys? I must confess though, I used to play with our manger, too. I would pretend the wise men kidnapped baby Jesus. My mother was horrified.
Jilly Bean.. can't beleive it's you. Suz gave me the link to your blog. Do you know how much I cherish the Sea Chicken story. Chas even remembers me telling him about that. Your blog is awesome, especially the story about the Grandoty mincing his words.... please send me an email at pXXXXXy@gmail.com... the x's are the rest of my last name.... Would love to hear from you.. say hi to Tim and the boys.. Uncle Pete..
I'm a writer and editor born and raised in Tennessee. I'm a married mom of three boys: 14-year-old twins and a 7-year-old. Why "Seafood Chicken"? When I was three, my parents took me to the Gulf Coast to visit my grandparents. On the way to dinner our first night there, everyone talked so much about eating some good seafood that I decided I wanted some seafood, too. My wise mother knew I was too picky to eat fish, so she suggested I have some "seafood chicken," which I enjoyed without ever knowing it was just fried chicken. That was my first experience with successful parenting through propaganda.
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That is hilarious! Aren't you glad you had boys? I must confess though, I used to play with our manger, too. I would pretend the wise men kidnapped baby Jesus. My mother was horrified.
Jilly Bean.. can't beleive it's you. Suz gave me the link to your blog. Do you know how much I cherish the Sea Chicken story. Chas even remembers me telling him about that. Your blog is awesome, especially the story about the Grandoty mincing his words.... please send me an email at pXXXXXy@gmail.com... the x's are the rest of my last name.... Would love to hear from you.. say hi to Tim and the boys..
Uncle Pete..
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