I was quietly sitting on my bed taking a break from preparations for the weekend, reading La loca de la casa when I started to smell smoke. I thought it was coming from my AC so I turned that off and the smell ceased.
A few hours later, my sister came in my room, turned on the ceiling fan and left. I started smelling smoke again. I went around the room trying to find out where the smell was coming from. I unplugged everything and still, the acrid smell permeated. I called in my brother and my father and we smelled each and every area of suspicion and couldn't find anything. My dad insisted that it came from near my bed.
I saw it then: Chicken McChickenson, glowing--burning! His leg had been cauterized and had fallen off! The culprit: a power supply cable. I stomped everything out, laughed and took a picture. Chicken McChickenson is currently in the washing machine, for good measure. Hopefully Ms. Carolina will be able to fix him as she has once before (Chicken McChickenson was partially decapitated in December and she re-capitated him).
There is a beloved children's book called If You Give A Mouse A Cookie. It is essentially, a lesson in consequences. I'm not sure where the action/consequence line is drawn but apparently, if you give Veronica a bed, an iHome power supply cable and a chicken purse, she will set those on fire.
Um, yeah.
Veronica
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