My songs are actually pretty boring: "Thank you chicken, you will be delicious! I have my salty hand up your butt now! I"M RUBBING THE CHICKEN BUTT! RUB, RUB, CHICKEN BUTT!"

Although one time, I'd had some wine and I made the chicken sing Lionel Richie's "Hello" which turned into BWACK BWACK's to the tune of Hello. (Yes, I slow-danced with a dead chicken on my hand.)

And one time I did "Copacabana."

Her name was Lola/She was a chicken

With yellow feathers for her hair/And her breasts cut down down to there

She would merengue/As I chopped-chopped

And while she tried to stay afar/My husband tended bar

Across the kitchen floor

He'd worked from 8 to 4

We're kinda young and we have a chicken, who COULD ASK FOR MORE?

...You should probably have me committed.

We always made the Thanksgiving turkey sit up and do a puppet show when I was a kid, but I don't think I've ever played with a chicken!

OK, you can tell I'm not usually the one doing the cooking, but: Bubbly foam on top of the can of chickpeas: totally normal, or a sign of botulism?

Amy, does your complex Haagen a dumpster? Slamming dishes in there would feel great.

We are on the road!!! Vacation here we come. CJ is driving and I'm playing with Waze. If we drive straight through, we will hit the hotel at 5:30 am but can't check in until 4pm. I think I miscalculated.

Bubbles are not unheard of in chickpeas. Did the can look normal?

I get angry. And I'm a yeller. But I'm pretty slow to anger for the most part.

At school, I never really raise my voice, but they all fear me nevertheless. I will be cutting and insulting for sure over yelling.

At home, I'll get angry and I will apologize for expressing how I am angry. Noah gets slow burning smoldery angry and Grace gets resistant angry.

But I have gotten much better at saying things hurt my feelings with my family which supplants being angry and explains why I am reacting that way.

Thanks, Ginger. The can looked fine, and M concurs that bubbles aren't uncommon in chickpeas, so I think it's OK.

I have a bad temper. For many years I was very good at keeping a lid on it, but for the last couple years I've become pretty tetchy for whatever reason. I guess take your pick: over tired, over stressed, maybe just less able to multitask with more demands requiring it of me. And I'm a yeller too, although I can hold it in when my reserves are higher. And I feel horribly guilty when I do yell, plus it models such terrible behavior for the kids, so when I can repress the yelling, I do.

I'm great at being angry on behalf of other people. I am happy to let forth my righteous fury and Get Shit Done Right. Not always for myself though.

I get pissy but rarely angry.