An egg-cellent Christmas

Christmas dinner at the in laws is a lot like a pandora box. You never really know what you're going to get. The bitchy sister in law? Manic father in law? Wacky mother in law? It's always a gamble about what you're going to encounter at the in laws on any given holiday. We've learned to park at the end of the driveway in case we need to make a speedy exit.

We had all the in laws over to our house three days ago and everyone was very pleasant much to my surprise. Tonight we saw them all again for Christmas dinner. Both times we saw them they were easy to be around, in good moods, and pretty darn funny. It was actually a Christmas miracle To have everyone on their meds.

Tonight we took Carley's boyfriend, John, with us to the in laws for dinner, his first encounter with them. We thought we had fully prepared him for all that he'd encounter but we didn't expect a chicken. No one ever does.

When we arrived we noticed the trunk of my mother in laws car open and there were donuts and a pie in there. They put stuff in strange places so we didn't think anything of it. About a half hour after we arrived my sister in law got there and noticed the trunk open with the goodies in it, but she also noticed feathers moving around. She freaked and came into the house yelling there was a feathered animal in the garage. My in laws don't have any animals but their neighbor, who lives a quarter mile away, does. One of their chickens flew up into the trunk for the night and made itself to home.

My nieces thought the chicken was going to freeze so they asked my father in law if the chicken could come into the house. My father in law, minus his common sense, went outside and brought the chicken in to join the party. And there you have it, a chicken joined our Christmas party.

Poor John, this being his first Christmas with our family, is probably traumatized for life.