We were up very early for church so as to make it to the sunrise service at Andrew's parents church (when I say very early this means we got up at 5:45). Why were we in Fresno you might ask? Because Sunday was also Doug and Shelley's 35th anniversary, so Andrew (a very loving son) and I (a very loving and very pregnant daughter in law) drove down to surprise them.
This is where the story gets dicey. Somebody (who again will remain nameless) refilled the water bottle for Heidi's little tiny chicks that are currently living in the Halverson's kitchen in a cardboard box, and the box got taken outside into the garage so it was out of the way for frantic getting ready for church Easter morning. Not long after, the chicks were discovered in perilous danger of drowning in the overturned water bottle, made frigid by the arctic temperatures of their garage (cue dramatic music)!
So while his parents loaded up a million kids into the car to leave, Andrew and I broke out the blowdryers (which any expert can tell you is the best way to reheat a chicken). One poor guy was a little stiff so he got a nice massage with his blow dry as well. Picture if you can, and man and his hugely pregnant wife bending over a stinky box of chickens giving them the double barreled blow-dry of life.
Fortunately this story has a happy ending, we made it to the sunrise service sort of on time (sneaking in during the handshaking) and returned later to find all chickens alive and well, though looking a little worse for wear. And the little stiff one, hereafter called Lazarus, made it too.
Happy Easter to us indeed!
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