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Libby has been sick for a couple days and it's driving me insane. Normally when she's sick, I make a big pot of chicken soup with parsley and green beans. But since the whole prego thing started, she prefers not to eat chicken. And when I say 'prefers not to eat', I really mean 'prefers to not see, smell, taste, hear or otherwise sense'.

So no soup for her! And, unfortunately, no soup for me, either.

Late tonight she finally let me make her a grilled cheese. Wee. I fell so useful.

The whole anti-chicken thing was toughest in the south. As some of you may know, when driving through the south, you pass a fried chicken place on average about once every 4 blocks. And they're mostly Popeye's. To my knowledge, Minneapolis has only one Popeye's and it's over on Lake Street by the big K-mart. The problem with that one is that it's so close to both a White Castle and a great soup house that by the time I get in that neighborhood, I get distracted and end up eating somewhere else. But in the south there are no distractions... There's only delicious cajun-spiced fried chicken. And dirty rice. And slaw. Lordy.

While Popeye's rules, KFC is still off limits for me. I checked-up on the PETA boycott and it's still going strong. They keep a timeline of all the stuff that has happened since it started. A recent entry caught my eye:

March 15, 2003 - PETA President Ingrid Newkirk calls KFC President Cheryl Bachelder at home, pleading with her to make the much-needed animal welfare improvements that PETA has been recommending all along.

At home?! Those PETA doofs better watch out or they're gonna end up getting put on somebody's Do Not Call List.