The Worst Chicken

I signed up to receive phone notifications from our neighborhood app—not because I’m concerned about missing important news, but because I’m always delighted to see what the people in our neighborhood feel compelled to share.

Earlier today, I received the following:

This neighbor wants everyone to know that about a half hour ago she went to KFC, where she was given the worst chicken.

Here are my favorite two sentences from her emotional report:
“…I told her chicken was not fresh, old, cooked in old grease, something is wrong, you need to check it. Both my hubby and my dinners were terrible!”

(I believe that everyone gets the chicken they deserve. I also believe that more details need to be provided on the terrible husband just in case someone needs to pay a visit.)

A friend and I have designated July as an accountability month. During our accountability months, we establish personal goals and then check in with each other a few times each week to make sure progress is being made. Our past accountability months led to me writing each day (November) and spinning yarn each day (April). I haven’t been able to commit to a singular goal for July, so I decided to go with the theme of Spirited Sporadicisms.

I was surprised to see that sporadicism is not a standard word. To me, it is the very thing that is done sporadically.

Use it in a sentence? Okay!

“Creating a mugshot of The Worst Chicken is one of the many sporadicisms you’ll find me engaged in during the month of July.”