rotten bird
This past weekend was eventful to say the least.
Friday and saturday I was violently ill. Let's not talk about it.
Sunday the SO called me and told me that she'd gotten a free treadmill and all we needed to do was pick it up. So we rented a truck and expected some cheap treadmill. Instead her friend has a gym quality machine in her bedroom. I took one look at it and knew it was going to weigh a ton and I questioned our ability to move it. Luckily for us we were able to move it and get it into the truck without much trouble. we broke a few inconsequential plastic pieces but over all it's here in our basement waiting to be used.
I was queasy all day Sunday so I didn't roast the chicken as I had planned. Instead I ate toast and other blah foods.
Yesterday rolled around and I decided to cook that chicken... First though, I cleaned out the fridge- some unfinished tuna really smelled up the place. I opened the chicken prepared it and complained the whole time about the fish. As I popped it into the oven I thought to myself, "Is that really the fish or am I smelling rotten chicken?" I puttered around the kitchen and then outside with the dogs for about 45 minutes. When I came back inside I could still smell the fish. The SO called me and I told her that I thought the chicken was bad but I wasn't sure, but I think it smelled funny.
When I popped it out of the oven 20 minutes later. It was confirmed the smell was the chicken. I roasted up a rotten bird. Thanks you stuffy sinuses and rotten tuna.
stupid so stupid, worst part- I was really looking forward to that roasted bird.
