This was posted on my friend Katie's blog. I got a kick out of it and it got me reminiscing...
My Dad's a taxidermist, and growing up it was not at all unusual to come down in the morning for breakfast and stumble upon a dead owl thawing out on the counter, or a skinned duck on a big meat hook suspended from our kitchen chandelier.
My Dad was also a Mr. Mom of sorts. (He even made front page of the local paper.) With his shop in our basement, he was home to handle the cooking and cleaning as well. (My mom was a public school teacher.) He took care of my sister when she was little, and I remember her playing with a little indoor sandbox made of sawdust. Dad used the same "sandbox" to dry out bird hides and such.
We didn't think too much of this stuff, but when I had friends over for dinner, they were always a little leery as to what they might be eating for supper. :)
Any unique happenings in your family?
