My Crazy Husband :)

These pictures were taken on Monday, October 9, Thanksgiving Monday at the Lake. I state the date so clearly because it was quite cold that weekend, frost on the trees and ground that morning.

There's this saying at the lake: "Top Chicken". I'm sure many of you could guess what that means, but todays entry is not a prize entry (sorry Reggie), so I'll explain. There are many different types of people in this world. Some are the "dip your toes in" type, others the "go in bit by bit" type, and I believe the majority of people in my husband's family are the "Just jump in and get it over with" type. I'm talking about swimming, just to clarify! I find myself in every category at some point or another, but I'm mostly the "I'm only going in if I'm extremely hot and sweaty" type (even though I lifeguarded for 7 years - maybe because I lifeguarded for so long). Anyhoo, Andrew's family can be pretty annoying when it comes to wanting swimmers to join them, so I often give in. The "Top Chicken" would be the last person to go in the lake on any given weekend. Well, how could I possibly accept that title? Who wants to have that in their history? Not me. Although I do believe it happened once... okay, maybe twice... I TOLD YOU I'M A "go in only if hot and sweaty" TYPE, OKAY!!! Well, this time, everyone except Andrew was "Top Chicken". Andrew wakes up Monday morning, chipper and cheerful. Without making any sort of announcement, he decides to go for a swim. The water must have been about 10 degrees (50 F for you silly Americans). That's flippin' freezing, in case you couldn't figure that out. So, I had to witness this!

Down I trot to the bottom of the hill in my socks and shoes, fleecy pants and bunny hug (aka: hoody/sweatshirt). I get a peek around the corner of him dipping his head in the water while lying down (as seen on the left). I decide that's not good enough, so I tell him he absolutely HAS to go in all the way. I mean, what's he doing down there if he's not gonna' jump in? So, he proceeds (with much caution) to the edge of the floating dock. And... he jumps in (backwards, so as to be able to climb out directly after) and is out within 3 seconds. I almost hollered "You're the top chicken!", but how could I risk getting pushed in with all these clothes on? Plus, it was very brave of him and I was actually very proud. So was he, apparently ...