Miss Doxie is back! Miss Doxie is back! Only she’s Mrs. Doxie now. But I’ll let her explain it.
What? A little background, you say?
Okay. Picture Chicken as a naive, non-blogging, cubicle dweller who has never even heard the word blog before and has no knowledge of this world where people talk about their lives on the internet.
Until one day, she stumbles across Miss Doxie. She reads, she laughs, and she falls in love with an Atlanta attorney and her whole family.
And there are cute animals involved. I mean, really cute.
Okay. Now picture Chicken doing virtually no work for the next year while she reads all the back posts she missed while she was wasting time doing things she got paid for.
Then picture Chicken’s shock and horror when suddenly the drug of choice in her life disappears.
Oh poor woebegone Chicken. But s’all ok now because she’s back. And she brought reinforcements.
Must. Do. Chicken Dance.
I feel like I’ve been infused with 24 liters of tiger blood. Well, okay, I feel like I imagine it might feel to be infused with tiger blood if one could actually be infused with tiger blood and if said tiger blood produced in the recipient the energy and sense of well-being that contemporary mythology credits it with imparting.
Does that make sense?
Whatever. Maybe I’ll just have a cup of coffee and try to calm down a little.
I didn’t have time to photograph my Chicken Dance, but this move right here? Signature Chicken.