A few years ago, I made an Easter basket for Ms. M. It was called the Easter Basket of Wrongness; I had filled it with all that I could find that the retailers had put out that was just totally wrong. Each week until Easter, I will find something truly wrong and share it with you.
Trust me, I won't have to look hard for this stuff. And I wasn't spitting on the chicken, I was trying to blow it over. I actually like the chicken. A lot. I have a thing for chickens. And cows but that's between me and my psychiatrist.