Last night, I experienced a traumatic dream. For some reason, in the dream, I ate chicken tenders. Today, I feel like I should vomit to purge even the idea of meat out of my stomach.
When I think of chicken tenders, the first thing that usually comes to mind is the PETA t-shirt with a cute chick captioned, “I am Not a Nugget.”
So…I blame George and the fact he made us watch “Bowling for Columbine” Saturday night. The movie reports that an eight-year-old boy pointed a chicken tender at a teacher in the school cafeteria during lunch and said, “Pow, pow, pow.” As a result, he was suspended for three days.
In my dream, why was this violent image turned against me, by my own hands no less? That’s not a subject for a public forum!