DailySusan Humor Blog

NOT COUNTING SHEEP . . .
COUNTING LAMB CHOPS!

Still fasting. Strangely, the first day was the hardest. Hubby still having problems, though. He said he was having a little trouble falling asleep last night because of his rumbling stomach. So he thought he'd start "counting sheep."

But pretty soon, they morphed into his favorite main dish off the grill, "Beer Can Chicken" -- you know, the kind where you stand a whole chicken up, pat a barbecue rub all over it, and pour beer into a container below it that rises up and moistens the succulent meat . . .

. . . and yes, I'm getting carried away. The funny thing was, in his bedtime imagination, all these Beer Can Chickens were running up to the fence and, you know, jumping over with their fat little legs pumping around.

No wonder his face was in a pool of saliva this morning!

One more night. Wonder what he'll "count"? For me, it'll be Hershey bars!!!