a Hoosick Farms roast chicken, considerably abused
I’ve been working till six or seven most nights. It takes me about forty minutes to get home. I have a dog. For anything involving more than a quick fry, this demands the following routine: get home. Get dinner going. Walk dog. Feed dog. Finish preparing dinner. Feed dinner to self and girlfriend. Do dishes. Write something.
All you parents out there, feel free to start laughing.
