For those of you who have been reading and retaining what I’ve said here, you know that I never, ever wanted to return to KFC after the last oil-soaked fiasco. Not even the delicious-looking new sandwich was going to draw me in, despite the attempts they made. (Incidentally, I don’t understand how it could be called a sandwich, when there is no bread. But maybe I’m just being nit-picky.). The only reason I would go, I thought, was when my friend (see the story linked in the “oil-soaked fiasco” sentence above) came home to visit… which meant going two or three times this summer, and then not at all for a month or two at a time.
Alas, those bastards found a way to my heart – they’re raising money for Susan G. Komen For The Cure. For each special pink bucket ordered/sold, they will donate 50 cents to the organization. I’ll have to order several buckets over the coming months – more than I otherwise would have. Be sure that most of these events will have a story/blog attached. Until then, my friends, I bid you adieu.
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Click here to link to KFC’s Buckets For the Cure
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PS – one year, before this administration is over, I’d like to attend the White House Correspondents Dinner. Just sayin’.
