Yesterday we watched the hour-long documentary The Natural History of the Chicken, and now I'm officially ten percent chicken expert. It's a mashup of stories: from the lady who gave mouth-to-mouth to her frozen chicken, to the crazy "this chicken is my soulmate!" woman, to rooster-hating neighbors, to the chicken who survived a beheading. It's endearing and funny and a little depressing in that Christopher Guest kind of way.
If you have a spare hour (and aren't eating McNuggets) have a watch.
Replies to yesterday's post:
fiona: I know! I can't imagine a whale any cuter than him.
rachel: Good thing you spell it the "right" way, too ;)
amy: Oh, yes -- the C vs. K thing. It's practically war!
amber: Heh. I hope you don't get massive amounts of Rachel/Rachael guests at work.
carissa: You're right. Even "Chris" could be Kris or Cris!
kristin: Now I can't get "cutie patootie" out of my head. Patootie is an awesome word.