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One Priceless Little Chicken

This is the story of a little girl…and a chicken. No, no, not a real chicken, a fake chicken.

One day this little girl went to a party and at this party they played a game. You know the game. It’s that one where everybody brings a wrapped white elephant present and puts it in a pile. The people take turns choosing and opening their presents. Then they begin trading and swapping and swiping the presents back and forth until the time is up and the game is over.  You keep the gift you end up with.

Well, this little girl had never played this particular game before and was slightly unclear about the rules. She unwrapped a lovely white and speckled chicken and was positively thrilled about it. Now, it wasn’t that she was crazy about chickens…no, it wasn’t that. But this little girl knew that her Grammy was crazy about chickens and she wanted to give the chicken to her for her birthday. It would be perfect.

So this little girl, being completely content with her gift, skipped her turn each round because she wanted what she had and didn’t want anything else. That strategy worked for awhile. Until, someone else came along–not knowing anything about this girlie’s plan–and took the chicken off her lap and sat down across the room. The little girl didn’t know what to do. She had no more turns left and her chicken was gone. She didn’t make a fuss or commotion of any kind. She just put her head down and quietly started to cry. She couldn’t help it. She was just so sad.

Apparently someone else in the room was watching and paying attention and realized that this particular chicken was very important to this particular little girl, and they still had one turn left.  This sweet person got up and traded their prize for that chicken. When the game was all over this person got up and handed the chicken to our little girl.

She hugged the chicken tight and smiled all the way home.

Thank you for my beautiful chicken Miss Chompy. It means more to me than you’ll ever know.

I’ll love it…

and you…

forever.

love, Grammy

 

 

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Pucker up!

Don’t be afraid—or disappointed–this is not a post about kissing. Well not completely. It might, possibly come up, in passing–but that would purely be a coincidence.

It’s much more about the pre-kiss thing people do…you know…the PUCKER. I sincerely believe that some people are genetically predisposed to a natural pucker–whether or not they have any prospects close at hand. They just scrunch up their lips like they are just waiting for something.

Don’t you find that odd?

I do. Especially since there are a raft of these sorts at my place.

Take Dane for instance. He makes this face when he’s being all serious and stoic.

Then there’s Jillian–she makes this face when she’s being demure and playful.

Lyndi swears that she never makes a pucker face ev-er. She is incorrect. She makes the face when she is really mad. Almost too mad to speak. You know, the spitting nails kind of mad. I can’t show you a picture of that because how would I ever take a picture of someone that angry–and live to blog about it?

I’m not an idiot, for Pete’s sake.

April makes the face as more of a smirk–as if to say, “Why am I constantly surrounded by stupid people?” So her’s is an attitude pucker. Again, I have no picture of that because, well, I have no desire to be spontaneously  incinerated.

I believe it could happen.

And the bald kid? Well he may be the exception in our pucker-face gene pool…for now. I can’t say that I’ve actually seen it, but I believe it’s in there. He just hides all traces with the willpower and stamina of Jason Borne. Someday I’ll capture that kissy face on film, and prove it to the world.

Likely be *his wedding day and involve a pretty girl–but I’ll get it.

It’s in the blood, I tell you.

PS: We’ve found the Bald Kid’s Pucker!! Click HERE