Some people think that I’m a magnet for odd things, I like to think that my perspective comes from a slightly different angle.
Hence today’s conversation with my husband. Just minutes earlier, he had called to make sure things were going smoothly. They usually aren’t, and he gets an earful of strange antics, such as this week’s potentially fractured foot, projectile vomiting, manhunt, and biting incidents. He sounded more than relieved to hear me give the ‘all clear’. I can only imagine the concern he had when I promptly called him back.
Me: “Hey honey, can chickens swim?’’”
Brad: “Ummm… I’d assume so, I guess. Why?”
Me: “Because there’s one face down in the pool.”
Brad: “Guess you shouldn’t have taken the ladder out last week.”
There ya have it folks. They can swim, but they can’t get out of the pool without a ladder.