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Defeated:

• Last night we had an evening snack from Zaxby’s. We’re actually on the hunt for a place to get a quick fix on wing craving. Lately we’ve resorted to a frozen bag of Tyson’s Buffalo Wings but they are messy, not buttery enough, and just not “it”. Ruby Tuesday’s across the street has a nice appetizer platter but they are harder to get to when you are in your jammies and just want a late night snack. The Zaxby’s commercial came on and the mouths watered so of he took himself to the drive thru.

He got me the “wimpies” and himself the ones labled “insanity”. There were still three levels of intensity above that so he thought was being rather good to get “medium” wings. He likes them when they are hot enough to burn the sides of his mouth, to clear his sinuses, but still have alot of flavor. I like mine with alot of flavor and just enough spice to let me know they are hot.

These wimpies were perfect. Bigger than the average wing and meaty, they were lightly fried and the sauce was buttery. No nasty breading. They still had that disctinctive “Zaxby’s” season-salt flavor but that’s not always a bad thing. I dipped them in ranch dressing (blue cheese is better) and they were immenesely satisfying. Our two snacks together was right at ten bucks, so I was happy.
Poor Maynard. He cried through his. His nose ran. He went s-l-o-w-l-y, determined to finish them because he paid for them of course. Can’t waste them! His belly immediately started to burn. He says they did him in and were much hotter than Farrah’s Devastators, which had previously held the record. By morning he said it felt like he was shooting hot lava sand and sitting in rubbing alchohol. It’s going to be a long day and probably a lot longer before he gets another wing craving!

• In other news, we have a household of flu. The nasty kind: fevers, aches, congestion, ear infections, coughing. Good thing we can stay in for the next several days.
• We also are the owners of three finches! Our friend Diane brought over three birds in a big cage yesterday for the kids. Apparently her male and female mated faster than rabbits and she had a multitude of the busy little things. She recommends we don’t keep thier eggs or we’ll too have a cage full. They are cute and dainty, which is how I must think of them, lest they take on terms like “pointy and nervous” and get me thinking of Alfred Hitchcock and Stephen King’s bird movies. Their chatter is not unlike squirrels or Ewoks. The kids don’t know what gender thier bird is so we encouraged non-gender specific names. So far we have Celia’s “Jane” (she thinks Jane is a fine name for a boy too!), Andrew’s “Finchy”, and Wheaton….well, we’re still working on his. He noticed these birds like to peck, and so he wants to name his the adjective form of “to peck”….just can’t bring ourselves to let him with a straight face.

Anyway, throw in a violin bridge repair, David securing two new hose assemblies in one week, strawberry pick up from the fund raiser, and all the normal stuff and it’s turning out to be quite the week.

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