Chicken Run & Aging

I hate to complain about aging. I need something better to say these days than "Oh my creaky back."

The other day during a rant on general stiffness, my hubs said, "You're a spring chicken. You're not old."

Well. I'm not really a spring chicken. Hell, I might be summer chicken but only on a good day. And anyway, you know what they did to the hens that stopped laying in Little Town on the Prairie? (And yes, I am a hen that has stopped laying. FYI. Not in the hormonal sense, but in the "baby-oven-is-closed-for-bizness" sense.)

Ma Ingalls made them into chicken pie.

In the words of Babs from the movie Chicken Run (*cue British accent*):

I DON'T WANT TO BE A PIE!(I don't like gravy.)

So there you go. Next time my joints ache or a new wrinkle appears, that's my new mantra.

Hehe.

Oh and hey! In case you missed it...only two days left on my Dashner-Khoury-Johnson Giveaway! 

Also, I'm over at Precious's blog Fragments of Life for an interview on CONTROL plus a swag giveaway! Stop by if you can. :)