ok, so last night, I hung out with the Riddle's in Clear Lake, well, because Taggart is out of town and sometimes I get doggone lonely. So my mom is cooking (free) dinner and she goes to sniff the chicken..."hmmm" I think. Why is she sniffing the chicken, that is never a good sign. But she cooked it anyways. And I'm thinking, "Surely my mother wouldn't serve her lovely family bad chicken" so it must have passed that sniff test....Then we go to EAT the chicken and my brother goes to sniff the chicken. THis is after I have already eaten 2 bites. What does this say about my sniffer? I guess I can't smell rotting flesh, which is a skill I think I'd like to have. Oh well, the first surprise is that nobody got sick from the chicken. YEah!!
The second surprise is that I passed my certification exam! Yeah! Boy, was I surprised..I could have sworn that I failed.
Bottoms up!
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