Nope, I'm not confessing my weight. 160 pounds is the number of pounds of chicken I need to separate into individual bags before they freeze into 4 huge blocks in the freezer. [I didn't realize they weren't individually packaged when I offered to pick up chicken for my four sisters and my mom. Nice one. Even though they were $1.19/lb.]
And here I still writing a blog entry. Stalling. Procrastinating. Did you know there isn't a word in Spanish for procrastination? Maybe that's because no native Spanish speaker is dumb enough to buy 160 pounds of chicken singlehandedly.
4 comments:
Wow, my 20 pounds took me forever. You are a saint.
Actually I think Spanish speakers by their chickens live at the mercado. They probably just didn't have time to make up a word for procrastinating in between chasing 160 pounds of chicken across the yard, chopping of its head, plucking it, butchering it, and then separating it into plastic bags for everyone.
160 pounds! That's a lot of chicken. Where can you buy that massive amount? That's not a job I would want to do either. I would find a lot of other things to do before separating chicken. After thoroughly washing your hands reward yourself with some chocolate for a job well done. :-)
Um, gross. Ever since pregnancy, I just don't do raw meat. 160 pounds??? Good heavens.
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