Life is...good.

When I start a new post the first thing that I do is try to find a photograph that will help get the message across. Tonight I had a few to choose from and I thought that this photo showed the true feeling of how my Sunday really went. Yes, Bisher and I went to KFC for dinner tonight after getting some groceries. We have both discovered that we have evolved enough from our Neanderthal heritage and have found that it is much easier to eat chicken that is pulled off the bone for you rather than feeling like a staving dog digging through the trash for the bone. This was a discovery we made after we finished trying to eat chicken that was still 160 degrees hot (I swear this chicken was straight from the fryer). Next time we stick with the strips. The sad part about sitting in a dirty KFC (besides feeling the toe of your shoes start to curl due to the grease impacted into the floor) was a man in his early thirties with an employment pages in his hand and asking the cashier if they had any applications to fill out. At this moment I knew that things weren't that bad for me and it made me content to what I have.