Oh, it's Sunday

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slyefamily said…
Thank you so much for the good belly laugh!!!! My hubby enjoyed it too!
March 29, 2009 at 8:17 PM
MaryAnne Hommel said…
Dude! Do you have Chickfila in your part of Texas? That could totally inhibit me from an extended visit.
March 29, 2009 at 9:11 PM
slyefamily said…
only an hour and fifteen minute drive to the nearest starbucks and chick-fil-A (target, joanns,etc) but at least we have a walmart...Ramona didn't even have that!
March 30, 2009 at 8:37 AM
Ashley said…
Yes Chickfila has played that dirty trick on me several times! Grrr! Awesome video...it brings the cheeseburger song to mind...oh cheeseburger my yummy cheeseburger...I wait for you-ooo-ooo!
March 30, 2009 at 1:10 PM
cottage crew said…
Ok, I might get stoned for this, but the only thing I like about Chick-fil-a is the dancing cow out front!! Thanks for the good laugh!
April 1, 2009 at 8:36 PM
MaryAnne Hommel said…
Okay, the sandwich might not be for everyone-but I could just as easily live on waffle fries and milkshakes.
April 1, 2009 at 8:44 PM
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