December 03, 2003.   10:47 in the morning.
Going to the Chapel, Gonna get Hitched

The message:

So I proposed to Megan on Thanksgiving, after carving the turkey and breaking the wishbone, down on one knee in the kitchen. The sink was clogged from all of the apple peels I'd shoved down the garbage disposal earlier in the day and one of the cats might've run off with a drumstick while I was asking.

Next up: ring shopping, registry, and planning a wedding.

Chicken's response:

I guess I know what I'm getting you for the wedding!

http://www.insinkerator.com/disposer.html

I hope you and Megan are as happy as this couple appears to be:

http://www.insinkerator.com/

Cactushead's thoughts on Chicken's response:

it kinda looks like the lady is pulling stuff out of the garbage disposal and feeding it to her eagerly waiting man-friend.

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