Thursday night, we went to the Yost potluck with a giant bucket of fried chicken in a bag. As we walked toward their house, a small fluffy white terrier rocketed out of a neighbor’s house and started running donuts around us before barring Paul’s way by seating herself directly in front of the bucket of chicken, and looking up at him with round, hungry cute puppy eyes. Aside from being the cutest thing I’ve seen all week, I think it’s also the most genuine. If most of us were acting honestly and openly, whenever we saw someone with a bucket of KFC, we’d throw ourselves at their feet and beg too.

He puts an addictive chemical in it, you know. (movie quotes ensue…)

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