I was awakened Christmas Eve morning by Russell Crow.
Now before you start thinking, “my, my, that Linda was a really good girl this year,” let me explain.
It was not the all-tingly voice of that hunky Australian actor Russell Crowe I heard. It was the crowing of our pet rooster Russell Crow who was thawing out in the basement – directly under the bedroom floor.
It was annoying, but we were glad to hear that he was feeling better. For awhile, it looked like he was headed straight to the pot for dumplings.