Jared Tries to Cook Chicken

I had a dream last night that Jared Padalecki had come over to my house. Except "my house" was the one in which I grew up. He had stayed the night (sorry, nothing pervy went on!) and slept on the couch in the basement. The next day he was in the kitchen making fried chicken. Both my younger and my older sisters were there. I had just woken up and needed to take a shower. I went downstairs to the bedroom in the basement where I had my blue & white striped duffel bag packed with my clothes except my older sister, who was upstairs, had locked the door. I yelled up to her to come & unlock the door, but she wasn't coming down fast enough. JP was there to see me & I felt bad that my sisters had to occupy their time with him in case he needed anything for the chicken he was frying. I tried kicking in the bedroom door, but it was too solid. Finally D. came down & unlocked the door while I asked her why on earth she locked it in the first place. I don't remember her response.

I got fresh clothes and my deodorant out of my duffel bag, but the deodorant was nearly gone. I knew I had a new one I had bought somewhere and went searching for it. I finally found it and went upstairs into the bathroom. Suddenly I was done with my shower & fully clothed when I went into the kitchen to see how the cooking was going. JP was gone. I panicked and asked min8ive where he had gone. She said he had to run to the store real quick for an ingredient. I went to the side door and looked out where I saw him jogging up the driveway with Sadie, one of his dogs. Except it was more like a cross between his Sadie & LL's Sadie. More than likely because I don't offhand remember exactly how JP's Sadie looks, because it wasn't like I went looking for pictures before I went to bed last night.

They both came back into the house. Then I was looking out the kitchen window that faces the front yard thinking about how good the chicken smelled and I asked when it would be done. JP told me it was done & put them all on plates. I took a bite out of one and thought about how yucky the breaded skin tasted. I can't even describe how bad it was. The skin was crunchy, like KFC's extra crispy style, but more flakey. The first thing I thought of was vinegar-y, but even that does not accurately describe it. The meat part of it tasted much better and so tender I barely had to chew it. I wondered how I could possibly get around eating the skin part while eating the meat part without hurting JP's feelings when suddenly JP turned into a friend who lives in the UK. I wondered how on earth that happened when I woke up.