Happy, happy Potluckday everyone!
Today I am screening all potluck participants to make sure they are not related to Ron because of this:
My cousins and I once had this idea to conoct a truly hideous dish to put out on the picnic table – a hot dish casserole that included meat, maraschino cherries, and had potato chips sprinkled atop it. A couple of older folks ate it and declared it “interesting,” in an apparent attempt not to discourage the poor bachelor students who had obviously gone to a great deal of trouble.
It makes you wonder if others have been up to shenanigans (Wow. Twice in one week.)
Here is where Holly usually changes the words of a song to include the word ‘potluck’ to amuse herself even if it annoys her dear readers, but this week it is different because Holly actually found a REAL song with the word ‘potluck’ (and it has fancy foreign language words at the end making Holly look smart and worldly):
Everybody knows that the best kind of parties
Wind up round a kitchen with an old wood stove
someone starts humming
and we all start singing
to the squeezebox fiddle
and the old banjo.
The potluck cover charge
is a poor boy
or a keg full of hurricane
while we laissez les bon temps roulez
–Diane Chase’s Soiree in the Kitchen
Chicken(s) of the week…
Holy crap people! I had a dear reader arrive after Googling, “dog hair in potluck”.
Gross!
Gross!
Gross!
What is up with Holly’s coccyx?
I brought my donut to the potluck.
Yeah! It is time to find out who is Peep of the Week!
In response to my issue of space:
I find this phenomenon to also be true in my bed. As in there’s a huge-assed bed with tons of space, and yet I am the one wearing the toddler like a cloak. Go figure.Thanks Trannyhead! You are this week’s peep of the week.
What is in Holly’s fruit bowl?
A bunch of naked oranges because of this:
Rhett became obsessed with removing all fruit stickers and placing them on his stained striped shirt.
***
Some Nirvana programming notes:
Tuesday–My latest animated adventure debuts…WHERE?
Wednesday–COME GET INVOLVED!
I am setting up Mr. Linky to link to YOUR blog.
This Wednesday I
If someone was only going to read ONE of your blog posts, which one would you want it to be?
Thursday–I haven’t the slightest idea, I mean I just scheduled TWO whole days ahead of time which is a Nirvana first.
***
May your shirt be filled with fruit stickers this Monday…
Does that mean your friut bowl contains fruit. Im confused
Your chickens of the week are toooo cute!
I am so not a crockpot person. I can never seem to get things to work and my family hates things mixed together…so I give up.
I am going to have to come back on Wednesday cause I got a few good bloggy ones. Narrow it down to one, that is gonna be hard…..
Everyone knows naked goards are way hotter than naked oranges.
I had to get a donut after falling on my sons skate while at a roller skating party. It worked for awhile until my new puppy popped it.
I have to stop arriving here so early for the potluck. A bunch of us groggy eyed regulars eating from each others cereal boxes while trying to wake up seems too much like life on the road. I need to start showing up later, when the more exotic lunch dishes come out.
Wearing the labels is so much more acceptable than leaving them on the fruit to be eaten…I have found in my experience.
Does he everytake the chicken suit off?? I do have to say he is the cutest little chicken I every have seen. Has he learned the dance yet??
The chicken laid a . . . bike? Oh.
The question is, did you remember to remove the stickers before you washed the shirt? I’ve ruined more clothing that way…