**Caution. Picture below may be harmful to your brain.**
Ty has absolutely loved school so far. He has stressed some here and there, but the main idea of it all, he's really liked. His favorite so far has been Anatomy Lab. (granted it's also been his first class...) Sick. I can't stand it. All his stories. Actually just the idea of it makes my stomach churn. He says he likes everything it involves, and now he thinks he really REALLY likes surgery. Anyways. We had to run to the grocery store because apparently we need food in order to make dinner. haha. I suck at grocery shopping. My lists aren't organized and I have no idea where the things are that I'm needing. I'm getting better at knowing where things are in the walmart by our house but it's still quite the event. Takes a bit of time. Needless to say when Tyson and I go we have to mentally prepare ourselves. (Sometimes we even bribe ourselves saying we can get dinner out...Like McDonalds, or Wendy's...Yes we're that fancy.) So the other day we spend our usual, once every two weeks, night at the store. We WERE going to go home and whip something up. However then Tyson saw a Rotissary (sp?) Chicken that was already cooked. He figured we could go home make some mashed potatoes and gravey and we'd be dining like Kings and Queens. YAHOO. We get home, and get everything ready set out on our table and BAM I hear someone talking..."I wonder what things I could find in a Chicken.?" and I look up and see this.
Heaven help me. I can no longer look at a chicken without wanting to throw up. Yes my husband is, well, "practicing for his lab pratical..." 
**P.S. Sorry for the mental image....**
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