Sometimes bein' the boss of cheese and ketchup is rough.
Often times I feel like I'm a fake. Sure the 'boys' think I'm large and in charge, but truthfully, anything bigger than a breadbox would qualify as 'large and in charge' under the 'boys' existing definitition.
The neighborhood tomcat could be identified as LAIC under their definition. The dang, huge Skippy the Squirrel could hold the LAIC name badge according to the 'boys' working definition. It's really a bit of a dubious honor here at Mid-Chapparal (See? I can't even get us qualified to be High Chapparal. *sigh*) to be declared as LAIC.
So back to the fake thing...I know it looks like I'm super organized and full of vim and vigor but sometimes I fake it 'til I make it. And I've been fakin' it a lot these days. By the
First Culprit - Armadillo Eggs are the first part of a Leftover Love Story. Eat Armadillo Eggs one night and the next night they morph into Texas Chicken Pizzaiolo. |
The neighborhood tomcat could be identified as LAIC under their definition. The dang, huge Skippy the Squirrel could hold the LAIC name badge according to the 'boys' working definition. It's really a bit of a dubious honor here at Mid-Chapparal (See? I can't even get us qualified to be High Chapparal. *sigh*) to be declared as LAIC.
So back to the fake thing...I know it looks like I'm super organized and full of vim and vigor but sometimes I fake it 'til I make it. And I've been fakin' it a lot these days. By the