the misseldines

I find myself sometimes bursting out with laughter at inappropriate times as I have random memories pop into my head.

One in particular I think about the most often.

When we were living at my parents' house, my older sister Megan lived next door with her family. They raise chickens (eggs & meat), sheep (wool...yeah she spins it into yarn), cows (meat again), and the occasional turkey (Thanksgiving dinner).

AH the memories of living next to Megan. There was the pellet gun and the chickens. Think about it this way... if you were shot with a pellet gun, do you think it would kill you? It would have to be a very good and lucky shot. Those chickens sure got a lot of bruises from those pellets.

Then there was her cat that got stuck in the engine compartment of the truck while we took it to get a load of wood around back. Oh don't worry, the cat was okay. It was in there about an hour with the engine running almost the whole time before we found it.

But the memory I will never forget is when I went next door to ask Megan a question. I knocked on the door and heard a yell "come in".

I walked in and the living room was empty. I peeked my head around the corner in the kitchen and there was Megan with a chicken in her sink. This is where my memory fades me. I am fairly certain she was just finishing up bathing her chicken in the sink. All I can remember is the complete shock I felt that there was even a chicken in her house.

I asked her what in heaven's name was she doing?!? Well duh! She was bathing her chicken.

Then she grabs her blow dryer. Not just ANY blow dryer. The kind that you curl your hair and dry it all at the same time. Like this.


She was curl drying the chicken! CURL DRYING the CHICKEN!! That chicken was so calm and relaxed.
And to give her credit, the chicken looked very nice when she was done.

Oh man! I am laughing just thinking about it again.