I am sitting here, soaking wet. Not my normal state, but my normal state is not usually all that normal, if you know what I mean, Jelly Bean.
We scoff at normal, we do.
I washed my hair this morning, and taking advantage of the heated water I filled up a carafe with warmed water adding two tea bags. I promptly knocked it over, soaking me, Chloe and her dog bed and most of the camper floor. I think my clothes absorbed most of the water. Somehow I spared my tennis shoes.....I hate wet shoes.
So I refilled the carafe and took it outside for Sun Tea. Whereupon I promptly knocked it off the dog crate and, you get it, right into my shoes. At least it was outside this time
But........the greatest story was Frank.
Last night we went to Lowes for air registers, air filters and propane. He also needed the 8 foot long J Strips to put the siding back on the house. The siding fits into the J Strips on each end and holds it against the house. When I found him in the parking lot standing in the bed of the truck, I thought, what a manly man standing in the back of his truck carrying stuff home to build his cabin in the woods.
As I approach the truck I watch him lean over from the bed of the truck and open the tailgate.
Next thing I see is him doing an aerial flip landing on the parking lot.
Potentially, he could have fallen on his face smooshed in the asphalt, splatted all over the place. Luckily, he held on to the top of the tailgate and did that spectacular flip. He looked like a trapeze artist, flying through the air.
He did not look very manly, flying through the air.......or laying on the parking lot. Trust me. I think there might have been a scream, from him - or maybe from me. One of us.
Of course, I dissolved into hysterical laughter.
His finger hurts. I think he is lucky to have just a sore finger.
As he left this morning, I cautioned him to stay out of the bed of the truck. And then I dissolved into hysterical laughter again.