My sister and her kids are at my parents’ house and we were supposed to be there too but this hernia bullshit made traveling impossible so I’m living vicariously through my sister’s texts: 
Turns out that they are not swans but are baby geese. I know from experience that they grow up into real bastards and can draw blood when angry, so I reminded Lisa to get tetanus shots but then she reminded me that she had already learned her lesson because daddy had given her husband tetanus a few years ago. Accidentally, that is. Not as a gift. That would be a terrible gift. Not as bad as indoor geese probably. But close.
This all makes me terribly homesick.
How weird.