Lie #87 KFC is finger lickin' good

I was upstairs cleaning out "The Green Room" after months of the boys lousy clean up jobs failed to really make any difference in the appearance of their play room. There was also a strange smell eminating from the general direction of said room. So, I put on my ball cap and dived in. Under the dresser I found a piece of half eaten fried chicken. Ok, strange, but not unusual. I also found several snack wrappers and a few sippie cups with various stages of spoiled milk in them. Under the desk I pulled out some chicken bones that had been licked clean, I swear. Hmmmm, I'm starting to understand where some of the fried chicken remains from dinner two weeks ago ended up. Then I look under the bed. Wow. There is the second half of my pantry! I decide to pull the mattress up and just get it over with. Under the bed, hidden among wrappers, dried out cheese sticks and cracker crumbs, I pull out three pieces of fried chicken perfectly preserved with one or two bites taken out of them and two more chicken bones. Then, under a t-shirt, I uncover a large chicken breast partially eaten but wrapped in a plastic baggie. I also uncovered the source of the smell. It was covered in mold. I almost threw up. When it was all said and done, I found a total of 8 pieces of KFC's original recipe fried chicken. I just laughed. It was not really funny, but what else was I to do? Yell? Reconstitute them and serve them for dinner with some instant mashed potatoes? Believe me, I thought about it. Boys are so gross.