Thursday, October 6, 2016

Who Needs a Comedy Club When You Live My Life?

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.

Whoosh!

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.

9 comments:

  1. Laughter is the best medicine!!!!

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  2. Poor Frank. I'm thankful we don't have to give him a Darwin Award!

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  3. Frank is a keeper - you are a great team and yes he is a manly man illustrated by the flip.

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  5. Laughter is important. It has been so humbling to read your story of recovery. Can you hear me cheering you on all the way from New Hampshire? Go, girl go!

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  6. It's good to know you can still laugh in the midst of all these challenges. I am glad that Frank is (mostly) OK. Both of you, please try to keep the acrobatics at a minimum ... until you are back in your home--then you can flip and turn happy cartwheels all over the place.

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  7. Do you mean Frank was in the bed of the truck and reached over to open the tailgate? If that is the case then it is no wonder he got flipped out of the truck! Oh my goodness, he could have really hurt himself! I am glad he is ok and learned not to do that again!

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  8. You need to publish these posts about the recovery period as a humorous collection. You would have a best seller. Keep smiling.

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  9. You know, I could easily see myself flipping my...self out of the truck. Imagine, you're in the truck bed, it's hard work getting in and out, you need the tailgate open. Who in his right mind would get out, open the tailgate, and climb back in? Only those who have already flipped themselves...they probably just don't tell anyone WHY they go the long route. Now we know. Hope Frank is feeling better: no matter what he says, he's hurting this morning.

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