Monday, while in the car going to pick up my kids from school, the story begins...
I had a day filled with house cleaning and was dressed in sweats, flip flops, sweat shirt and my hair was piled into a nice big old bun on top of my head, the best clothes for cleaning. When I looked at the clock and noticed it was time to pick up my children from their long day at school, I grabbed 2 out of the 3 kids I was tending (the littlest one was napping with Uncle Todd), and quickly piled everyone into the car. Off we went. When we turned the corner what pray tell did my little eye spy but a CHICKEN in the middle of someone's front yard. I quickly pulled over knowing damn well I also have a Rhodle Island Red and this looked like her. I turned off the car, locked the kids inside and took off like a mad woman trying to catch her. She would come really close and take off and I swear she knew what she was doing. My toes were exposed in the 4 inches of snow and the bun was bouncing, threating to spill out from on top of my head. I made a grab at her and missed but got a good look at her: she was NOT mine!!! I wasted a good 10 minutes chasing someone elses chicken.... I bet I looked so sexy!!!!
Have a laugh on me and my cold little toes.
When I got back to the car the kids were laughing their heads off at me...damn bird!!