Hello, my name is Debbie, and I am a chick-o-holic. I don't even HAVE a FREAKING CHICKEN, but right now I feed a ferrel chicken that lives in the woods about a half mile from me. My brother came today and offered to buy me breakfast. I told him coffee would be fine, since I am on a diet. He picked me up, and I had a wheat bun in my hand. He said "is that all you are going to eat?" and I told him no, it was for the chicken in the woods. I had him pull over, and I was outside in the drizzle, calling "Here chick chick chick", and throwing little pieces of the bun into the hedgebushes. I had also told him about feeding her a brownie while it was snowing. He sweetly said "Sis, has anyone beside you really seen this chicken?" bottom! About that time, here she came. She knows my voice, and is always hoping that I have chocolate. But I mostly don't. The wheat buns and scratch are bad enough for her! The really cool thing is that a little over a year ago, I had 2 aneurysms clamped in my brain. Brain surgery makes your family think you are crazy. And I am LOVIN IT! Hubby told me when I bought the scratch, that she wasn't my chicken. I quickly told him "Shhhh, she doesn't know that"!
