Clip your string and give me chicken

Today is Monday. I have no opinion of Mondays other than I hate most small work talk that involves the word. I hate it yet feel compelled to use this as a conversational topic with the random hall passing convo's at work.
Look Ma, I'm blending socially!
I don't talk much, in fact, I very rarely start conversations with people I haven't known for 3 years or more. It's not that I don't like them, I like them fine, guess I don't have much to say. Unless of course I drink coffee or alcohol. Then you can't shut me up. I have to mentally reprimand myself to put a cork in it, no one gives a shit.
And on that note:
I don't know if I've ever posted roasted chicken... well, this may be a repeat but you'll forgive me, right? RIGHT?? Roasted chicken looks impressive and can be unbelievably easy

here it is:
Ingredients
1, 3 or 4 lb chicken
1 tbspn kosher salt
1 tsp black pepper
1 tsp garlic powder (OR 3 cloves fresh garlic squished through a press but you have to put the fresh under the skin or it burns and tastes weird)

1. pre-heat oven to 400F
2. hunt around for a pan big enough to hold the cheekin
3. rinse der chicken*
4. pat chicken dry
5. sprinkle spices over chicken
6. stick chicken in oven for 1 hour
7. check temp to see if it's cooked all the way (or cut it and see if it's still pink)
8. take chicken out of oven
9. lie to husband** and tell him NO. dinner is not done, it will be done in 15 mins.
10. let chicken rest for 15 mins before carving
11. NOW it's ok to tell him dinner's done

and now it's time for me to go eat lunch
LUNCH!

*said in Swedish Chef voice
** it's still weird saying husband