Cursive.
Shocked no one posted that earlier.
Smile: I avoid the discounted meat section like cheap strip clubs, but when I saw a seven pound chicken for three bucks I had to check the sell by date. Well, I couldn't since the discounted price covered it up.
I asked the butcher to take a peek, and shazam, one day left on the sell by date. The butcher also said, "Let me further discount that for you".
$1.16 for a seven pound roaster. As soon as I got back home I inspected the bird, and gave it a big whiff. Smelled fine, so I gutted it, fed the liver to my dog, stuffed it, and three hours later had a delicious chicken dinner with most of the trimmings (no time to make potato salad in situations like these).
Glad I took the gamble, and had I opened the chicken only to smell a rotting bird, so what? I'd be out $1.16. I'm getting three meals out of this beastly bird too: Roast chicken, chicken a'la King, and Golden Chicken Bake.
Confused: Went to sleep in a plain white T, woke up in a Cubs t-shirt. I sleep walk, sleep talk, sleep sing, but this is my first occurrence of sleep changing clothes.
Frown: I also scratched my face something fierce last night.