I usually will sing a song at a loud pitch to get my kids out of bed. Consequently, my kids think I am a terrible singer. My son even thinks I should get singing lessons. But I know deep down that I could have sung for Puccini.
Well I thought that until I went outside and saw my new tenant the Goose still sitting on her eggs (apparently it takes up to 35 days to hatch her eggs). As soon as I started in on some old Broadway songs, the Goose turned her head towards me and stared. It was not a pleasant stare.
I am not sure if the kids had a conversation with her, or I am just so bad that a goose would stare at me so, but I guess my dreams have been laid to rest by a goose laying her eggs.
