Gobble, gobble mutha bitch!

Today was an interesting day.  I tried two new things that I never thought would enter my realm of hello-ness.  The first new item was turkey from a can.  As splendid as it sounds, it had a flavor of something that wasn't so splendid.  Granted, it wasn't surprising that turkey from a can wasn't the most amazing tasting product sold at the Dollar Tree, but it wasn't the worst, either.  It was sitting in a pool of broth, which was never explained on the can as to what and where this broth came from.  It could have been pigs lard for all I know, especially since the 6oz can was supposedly three servings and each one of those servings had 3 grams of fat and 80 calories...weird.  It had a slight peppered taste and a shaker full of salt pucker that kept you wanting more.  The top of the flat circle of canned poultry had a thin layer of something tan-ish, brown.  I can only assume that is where the fat calories were being housed.  It wasn't terrible and I may partake in the eating of the can again tomorrow.

The second new thing I tried today was singing in key!  I've noticed that people don't squish their faces as much in your direction when you hit the right note.  When you don't have that crinkle sound in the back of your ear when harmonizing with the radio, or in my case, the NCM advertizing in the lobby, people tend to smile and not run.  Hanson has a new album coming out and the one song on the constant loop in the theatre is actually quite catchy...the mother fuckers.  Not to mention they're not too shabby to look at now that they look like boys.  So I have been singing and dancing, well, pretty much like normal, to it.  Clap, clap.

Twas a good night.  And damn it if I'm not craving some freaking hockey puck turkey goodness right now...