Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get that chicken?

Oh, Mom. She's the best. Not that I need to tell any of you this. Okay, so the night of my surgery, Mom being the perpetual Relief Society President that she is, brought dinner over for Sean and the girls. Sean was all nuts about how good the chicken strips were. He went on and on about how we need to go get "Tyson" chicken strips at the store. So when Mom asked him what he wanted for his birthday dinner, his 30th mind you, he of course said the chicken strips. So we're all eating dinner on Sunday, and he's going on and on about how good they are, as am I, because the were in fact pretty darn good, and I'm like "Where do you get these chicken strips?" Well, somehow the conversation turned to something else right at that moment, so I didn't get an answer, and figured I'd just find out later. So later arrives. We're getting ready to leave, and Sean is still going on and on about the chicken, when Mom bursts into the room with "I have a confession to make!". What? So, apparently the night they brought over dinner, Mom had cooked chicken strips. You'd think the story would end there, but no. I guess Dad forgot to take them out of the oven, or something to that effect, and they got a little burned. So on the way to our house, they stopped at KFC and bought the chicken strips. They took the burned ones out of the container, and added the impostors. So when Sean asked for the same chicken strips for his birthday dinner, they had to continue to cover their deception, and bought 2 dozen chicken strips from KFC on Saturday, and reheated them on Sunday. Now, it would usually not be a big deal, but thanks to my lack of cooking skills, Sean knows his fast food. He said they tasted a lot like KFC. And if you know Mom and Dad, you know they don't do this. Mom is an excellent cook, and they have no need to eat fast food. I guess that's what makes this story so darn funny. That and the fact that Mom cannot tell a fib. She could not let us leave believing she had cooked those chicken strips. I promised her it would be blogged, and I too, do not tell fibs.



So Mom, this is for you. You've been found out. We love you. I haven't had a good laugh like that in a long time. Thanks for the chicken. Oh yeah, and EVERYTHING else.