Chicken Thief

Sunday I had a full day. Church, Adia's birthday party (my niece), knitting, and dinner at Chili's. Upon returning home that night, I decided marinate some chicken for a dinner I was cooking for friends. So, I got everything out and then went to the fridge for the chicken breasts I had in there. I reached for the chicken. But wait. Something is wrong. The chicken...is...GONE! I look and look but no chicken. Someone has stolen my chicken. I almost started to cry. But then I remembered earlier that day I also noticed my potatoes were missing. The culprit was my sister who thought her husband them for the party. So I thought sheath also taken my chicken. I got mad. I went on a search for my chicken. After an exhausting search (walking across my yard) I found my grandmother and interrogated her. Actually I just asked her if she knew anything about my chicken. As it turned out, my grandfather went to my fridge looking for something and saw the chicken. He thought they were for the gumbo being cooked. So my chicken woundup in gumbo. The mystery of my stolen chicken had been solved. And lucky for me my grandparents bought me more chicken. Yeah for grandparents!