When life throws you chickens...

Written by Jennifer Redmond

Humor

You know when you're limping around and some sympathetic person says, "oh, no! What happened?" And you want to say something dramatic like a runaway car ran over your foot but that's ok because you pushed your neighbor's toddler to safety just in time. Or perhaps running your latest marathon (preferrably in Boston or the Himalayas) was just a little too much for that bunion. Or maybe it's just a slight muscle injury from too much rehearsing for Dancing with the Stars. Those heels can be killers, you know.

Good grief! I can't say that a 6 lb. chicken fell on my foot. But that's exactly what happened when, after the water heater leaked and the clothes dryer quit working, I asked myself the question no mother should ever ask. "What else could go wrong today?" Aha! Then I opened the freezer door and the blasted chicken plunked right onto my "carpool" foot (that would be the right one most of use to make the car stop and start). Actually, it was more like a dull thud followed by, well, a screetch.

Of course it was the day I had to retrieve a very heavy band instrument (she had to play the drums) from school. I'll spare you the details of the drum case moving process, but I will say that nobody really needs to wear two shoes and you can do amazing things when you jump and slide.

Making lemonade from lemons was never my strong suit, but an unexpected day at home writing my little heart out was just the ticket. That and homemade chicken soup. Who says God doesn't have a sense of humor? Have a great weekend!