You may know that the Wife has goats. Two of them. She really likes animals.
She's got goats, chickens, ducks, and such. Used to have some pigs, but they died.
Anyway, she's got goats.
And she convinced her sister that having a goat ... or two ... was a good thing.
So her sister got her some goats.
One of the goats she has was pregnant. And had triplets.
Now, not all of the baby goats made it. Two of the kids died. But one has survived, so far.
My sister-in-law seems to think that bringing up a goat in the house is a good idea. She didn't get that idea from me, that's for sure. But, hey, it's her house. And if she wants to have a goat in a box in the living room, that's her business.
They seem to be having a problem with the goat being fed by its mother. I think the baby goat in the living room and the mama goat in the back yard might contribute to that, but like I said, I'm not the goat expert.
So, they've decided to feed the kid themselves. And they milk the mama goat, prepare bottles, and feed the baby goat.
And that's been on the Wife's mind, because she thinks baby goats are just so cute.
So, this past Sunday morning, as we were on the way to my home town for my brother-in-law's funeral, the Wife was worried about the baby goat. So, I suggested she call.
Now, if you have a cell phone, it probably has an address book (or contacts) included. And you might have a name or two in it. The Wife does. Well, she has a few, anyway. Including her sister's.
But that would involve pressing menu, scrolling down to contacts, pressing Enter, scrolling down to her sister's name, then pressing Send. About 6 or 7 punches of buttons or arrows.
No, she knows it'd be much easier dialing the number. All 10 numbers. Then pressing Send.
Yeah, that's much easier. Even easier than pressing the speed dial number she has set up for her.
So, we're traveling along, about an hour out of Columbus, when she decides to call and check on the baby goat.
The Wife dials the number. The phone rings. And the nephew answers.
Now, he must have risen early, eaten breakfast, then lay back down for a nap, because he sounded just a little ... different.
The Wife speaks up, "Hey!"
He responds, a little hesitantly, "Hey."
She jumps right to the reason for the call. "Did you milk the goat yet?"
A brief pause, then he responds, "What?"
She repeats her question, "Did you milk the goat yet?"
Another brief pause. Then, "Ma'am, this is South Girard Church of Christ."
The silence was deafening.
The Wife was quite embarrassed, of course. But it could have been worse, I suppose.
I wonder what kind of answer she would have received if she had messed up and called the Masonic Lodge instead.