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This was a most interesting post. It was such fun just as I was ready to settle in for the chicken and rabbit story then you dropped the lotion and next thing Beethoven killed his chicken. It was delightful. have a good evening and be blessed.
posted by
Justi
on May 22, 2014 at 9:25 PM
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taps
!!!bach, bach, bach lol. how fun is that for children, every easter i got a baby chick and never suspected it turned out to be a chicken dinner......my grandmother would tell me she took it to a farm to live. i would love about 4 little layers, for my eggs, but my neighbor has chickens, free range, and several roosters that crow all day long. i want my own eggs without spots....no roosters. so sorry your bedroom got softened instead of you, but go relax and tomorrow you will laugh about it.
posted by
jeansaw
on May 22, 2014 at 9:00 PM
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tee hee...I tried to wring the neck of that chisken and make you some soup but he's too quick for me.
hey and I did go and look at that Gnome with the statue in it. Someone must have done it for a joke in the factory me thinks. No I am NOT about to break all my Gnomes just to see what may be inside.
posted by
Kabu
on May 22, 2014 at 3:58 PM
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Re: JimmyA
I thought I would do a line of 21 of them, but I got up to five and decided one was enough.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 22, 2014 at 2:46 PM
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You'd really have something there if all of those chicks could dance like that little guy! And yeah, I'm sure I've dropped a bottle of something that landed flat on the bottom, causing the contents to erupt like Vesuvius! The worst part is, just when you think you've got it all cleaned up, you find yet another blob somewhere! It's always something . . . 
posted by
JimmyA
on May 22, 2014 at 2:02 PM
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Re: C_C_T
The hens look so silly when they cock their heads and look at you with one eye. LOL
posted by
TAPS.
on May 22, 2014 at 12:40 PM
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I like the duck Taps . Yes some chicks turn into noisy little blighters. I love the smell of young chicks. But don't they pong when they get older,
posted by
C_C_T
on May 22, 2014 at 10:46 AM
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That is neat how you grew up with chickens...I have accidentally gotten hand lotion on the ceiling...That is a cute joke there.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on May 22, 2014 at 10:45 AM
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Re: Nauticos
I can't even imagine the blueberry room. LOL
I do remember when my auntie got a new pressure cooker and didn't really know how to use it. She ended up with spinach all over her kitchen ceiling. Fortunately it blew while she was out of the kitchen.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 22, 2014 at 8:59 AM
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Re: Ciel
Laughing out loud at the mush. That's one thing you have to clean up pretty quickly or it hardens like cement. I can remember trying to clean dried mush on the wooden high chair of my sons.
posted by
TAPS.
on May 22, 2014 at 8:57 AM
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Let's see, there was that bowl of corn meal mush
I was bringing my college room mate, to wake her with breakfast. Somehow, the metal bowl slipped from my hands, ringing out loudly... She woke, all right, asking, "Why is there mush on me?" And when we looked up, there were gobs of mush on the ceiling, too.
Then there was the box of noodles that I forgot I'd opened already, when I slammed it on the counter to emphasize a point in a rather dramatic tirade about who knows what... Noodles can still be found in the higher, more remote corners of the kitchen. It was so funny, it did end the drama.
posted by
Ciel
on May 22, 2014 at 8:07 AM
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TAPS
✺In my town since the 60s they allowed, raising pigeons but not chickens. I would have liked to have still seen the latter creatures love. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on May 22, 2014 at 7:50 AM
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TAPS
LOL! My Mom, a farmer's daughter, told of an event where they had put a few bottles with blueberries in some room of the house, (I don't remember why they were in bottles) but forgot about them. But then, some fine and hot summer day, several of them exploded...Yep, they did have to repaint the room, LOL...And may the chicks and everyone else be safe from tornadoes... 
posted by
Nautikos
on May 22, 2014 at 7:29 AM
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Hahaha! Oh, I love this one - artfully told.
It's not just me. The world and daily life made more sense "then." We had chickens and eggs, we had little else than "local" produce. And it took so much work we didn't have to rely on the Gym or a mechanical exercise thing-a-ma-jig. We slept, we experienced wonder. And our chickens knew about Bach Bach Bach...
posted by
Pat_B
on May 22, 2014 at 3:46 AM
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