Ta Da!
Now let me tell you a little something about that rubber chicken. In telling the tale of the rubber chicken, you will learn an infinite amount about the family from which I come.
The fella and I have photography class every Wednesday night. We get home around 10, he scurries off to bed and I make the rounds making sure the chickens are locked up in their temporary pen, the tools are put away, there's cold Diet Coke in the fridge. You know. All the important stuff.
Last Wednesday was no different. We returned home from class and after the fella went to bed, I went out to tuck the girls in. I am referring to the chickens. Not my boobs. They squawked at me and one of them made a foul poop. Again - I am referring to the chickens.
After locking the chickens up, by the light of the moon I made my way over the the coop I'm building. Keep in mind, the light of the moon is, well ... not very bright. One might even say it's eerie. As I got directly in front of the coop I saw the chicken hanging from the frame of the coop doors. At night. In the dark. Hanging there.
I squawked. And one of my boobs made a foul poop. Suffice it to say the funny rubber chicken you're seeing right here is not so funny at 11:00 p.m. by the light of the moon, in a quiet residential neighbourhood. It's quite ominous in fact. Think horse head in a bed.
My first thought was Someone doesn't like me having these chickens. My second thought was That's one of the funniest things I've ever seen. It's easy to immediately go for the threatening thought when it's dark out and you're alone and you need a Diet Coke.
Then my senses kicked in and I realized it was a joke. And the sort of joke one of my family members would pull.
My family's what you'd call ... weird. Touched in the head. A bit off kilter. Mostly on my mother's side.
My maternal grandmother used to catch rats in her basement, put them in a shoe box, wrap it up pretty and then leave it on her front lawn. She would sit in her front window watching, waiting for someone to come by, pick up the present and walk away with it. At which point, she was scream with laughter. See? Weird. But weird with a sense of humour!
So by method of weirdo deduction, the big foam finger pointed right at my mother.
The next morning I called my mother and asked her about it. She laughed for a full 10 minutes and then said. Chicken? What chicken? Hmm.
Luckily for me this particular genetic peculiarity doesn't skip a generation.
I'm inviting my mother for dinner tomorrow night. And as a special treat we're going to have potatoes, salad, corn on the cob and Chicken? What chicken?
I just read the chicken story, OMG, your family is so much like mine, we are a warped/twisted bunch as well so I can soooooo relate to both the chicken and the boxes of rats! Had we had rat problems she would have loved watching people pick up the packages and then laughed like your mom. I come by my weirdness honestly!
Ok-I'm obviously trying to go back and read all the hilarity I've missed.
I cannot believe no one else comented on one of your boobs making a foul poop!
"My first thought was Someone doesn’t like me having these chickens. My second thought was That’s one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen." This part illustrates exactly the way my brain works. Just because you scare the sh#* out of one of my boobs doesn't mean I can't truly and immediately appreciate the humor of it. : )
I can't believe you're still making your way through all these posts! You must be almost done. Almost? ~ karen
Loved the rat and chicken stories! Here's a story from our house...
When our daughter was little we started a tradition of buying her toy frogs...stuffed ones, plastic ones, even Christmas ornament ones. One day I went to the basement to retrieve some now-forgotten item, and noticed a cute little yellow-green frog sitting on the basement shelves. "Oh, look...how cute! I wonder where Allison got this frog...I haven't seen this one before", I think to myself. I reached out and picked it up.
"OMG! It's REAL!". Quite a shock to feel its cold soft frogginess in my unsuspecting fingers!
LOL! I *love* that. ~ karen
I have had a rubber chicken hanging in my garden to show the birds that if I get them what will happen to them.. so far birds stear clear...
Hah! ~ karen