Oh, The Google searches I'm going to get...

I know - two posts in less than 12 hours... No, I'm not sick, but thanks for asking!

I have been meaning to post this one for a while, but I've been hesitant, because I can only imagine the crazy search terms that will bring perverts people here... However, Catwoman recently posted this (You MUST read it, go ahead, I'll wait) so I decided to suck it up and just post the story already.

A few weeks ago, Budman sent me this link. (I feel I must warn you, this site can be a tremendous time suck, so let's try and stay focused on me and MY story first, Mkay??) I thought it was funny, and gave it no more thought. When he came to pick me up from work that evening, however, this thing

was in the car, in my seat... Purty, ain't it??

"Oh gawd, you bought one?? I just thought you were sending me another crazy product idea." (He loves to do this. I don't know how he finds some of this crazy stuff.) Turns out, he and his boss had stopped by the hardware store at lunchtime - Men - and he saw the chicken sitting there innocently, picked it up, and when he saw what it did, he had to have it.

So, the chicken came home with us.

Monkey and Mater were very curious about the chicken. They really love that their father likes toys as much as they do. (except when they bring home a cool happy meal toy, and he steals it, but I digress)

Here's the point where I must show you what it does - PLEASE, if you are at work, or have a sleeping baby, husband or dog, and don't want them to wake up, turn down your sound. (Actually, it's not quite as loud as I thought it would be...)

Naturally, the boys then wanted in on the fun.

ALL.EVENING.LONG. I was bombarded by the following statements coming from my little darlings:

I want to choke the chicken!

Mom, can I choke Daddy's chicken?

Is it my turn to choke the chicken??

No, you can choke the chicken after I'm done!

I LOVE choking the chicken!

FINALLY (long after all the talk of choking the chicken had gotten old) it was bedtime. The boys each begged to be allowed to choke the chicken one more time before they went to bed, and as they were heading up the stairs exclaiming things like "I want to choke the chicken again tomorrow" and "Choking the chicken is FUN!", Monkey cried out "That is the best thing ever!!"

To which his father replied "Almost, son, almost

awesome. Thanks, Honey!!

(And what is UP with my gratuitous use of parentheses lately?)

Crazy...

Last night was my first night without Budman. The kids were fine, they missed him and Monkey and Mater made pictures for me to scan and email to him. We called him at bedtime, so they could say goodnight, and then I talked to him later after he had gone to get some dinner. The two hour time difference is going to be problematic, I can tell.

I've found through the years that when I do something too often, I tend to dream about it. It started with a tremendous Tetris obsession in the 11th grade, and has held true through Solitaire, Bejeweled, Electronic Yahtzee, online poker and other things. I couldn't sleep, and when I did, I dreamed about blogging - and bloggers. Not that I've actually met any of the people whose blogs I read, and now that I've been awake for a while, I can't even remember specifics. Nothing weird, just me having conversations with my blogging friends, and reading the comments that people had left for me. They all looked exactly like whatever pictures on their blog, and didn't change or move. I suppose that might be considered weird. I thought about listing the people in my dream, but I really don't want to freak anyone out.

I'm sure this says something about my mental state, but I don't know what.
Budman needs to hurry home!