I can't throw a good wishbone away.

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When I was a kid, my Dad would save the wishbone from the turkey for me and my sister.  After a day of drying it out, Jennie and I would pull on the wishbone and make a wish.

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Did you do this as a kid?

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A couple of weeks ago when I had Mr. Tall Drink of Water (now Mr. Shattered and Spilled Glass of Water) over for dinner and the Best Birthday Cake Ever, I saved the wishbone from the rotisserie chicken.   I just couldn't seem to part with it.

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With my sis living two states over, there was no chance of her and I making a wish and seeing whose wish would come true through this very scientific process of a wishbone pull.

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With Cooleenie being like a sis to me, I enlisted her help after lunch.

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Yay!!!  Wishes DO come true!

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All of this wishbone talk also reminded me of another Wishbone.

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Remember him?

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And with Bella looking more like a wire-haired Jack Russell Terrier than a Neapolitan Mastiff (popular opinion of Readers of this Blog vs. Mars Veterinary), I'm thinking that Little Miss B might be destined to star in Wishbone 2.

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Remember that complete stranger who stopped me and insisted that Bella needs to have her own TV show?

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What do you think?

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