That's right. A full-size rubber chicken. Jealous?
There are three great things about this chicken.
First, it's a CHICKEN.
Second, it's from a friend who obviously knows my taste and cares enough to send the very best.
Third, I don't know who sent it.
Why is it a good thing I don't know who sent it? Think about it. If you get a rubber chicken in the mail and don't know exactly who sent it, that means you have more than one friend capable of pulling off such hilarity. Your life is rich, indeed.
I wasn't the only one getting goodies in the mail. Zack got his prize from Marie.
It arrived intact with no meltage whatsoever. (However, if, by chance, your chocolate that you ordered online arrives melted, you just put it in the fridge and it hardens up, plus you get the chocolate for freeeee and also get coupons to buy more chocolate. But I digress...) Suffice it to say, mailing chocolate in the fall is much better than mailing it in the summer.
Thanks Marie! You're our favorite first cousin once removed living in California!
And I do have my suspicions as to who lovingly placed the chicken in my mailbox. You know who you are.
4 comments:
This reminds me of the picture I have somewhere of you about to sacrifice someone with a miniature rubber chicken...where is that?
Nobody sends me rubber chickens. I think I need funnier friends.
My mother-in-law used to have one that squawked in a really uncomfortable-sounding way whenever you squeezed it. That thing was the best.
That is funny. What a lucky couple you must be to receive such great gifts. I remember rubber chickens and how much you loved them in high school. I am glad you are still so fond of them.
Carrie - there is no one else like you! I'm still smiling...
I know who I am? I'm Doug! Who the @#$% are you?
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