In times like these, I have to question the sanity (or sense of humor) of Nature. I also have to call up my brother, the fireman, and remind him of "Plan F." (If anyone ever drops a baby off at the fire station for safe haven, he is to pick up the child, nonchalantly declare that his sister obviously dropped his niece / nephew off for him to babysit, and call me immediately. I will be on the next flight to SoCal to pick up the wee bairn.) It's a foolproof plan.
No comments:
Post a Comment