How would you like to get a glimpse into the I Love Lucy moments
of what my dear, dear hubby has to endure through life with me!
I have been trying (unsuccessfully)
to keep up with blogging the last few days,
as he has had a few days off since last Thursday,
and he goes back to work Friday (boo-hiss!)
Monday our income tax return came!
So, after spending the morning getting household chores done,
getting my youngest started, and set up for his day's school work, then I proceeded to accompany my sweetie to town.
to the local Home Depot.
We had decided last summer to use portions of our return
to build a deck,
on the back of our home,
and a few other home maintenance/improvement projects.
What fun! Seriously!
There's nothing better than sprucing up the home! :)
Well, I am a high-heeled sandals and jeans girl.
I am USUALLY very adept at negotiating my way around in this fashion.
Did I ever tell, Ya'll that my middle name is Grace?
Well, it's not really. But, on numerous occasions,
I have given my husband ample reason to say -
"Way to go, Gracie!"
This day did not disappoint.
As we walk through the parking lot just outside the front double glass doors,
in front of oh, maybe 15 manly, contractor type people at the check-out inside,
my ankle twisted. Unexpectedly (of course),
causing me to stumble to keep from falling,
causing me to fall on my husband's back, rather forcefully, and suddenly.
Causing him to look over his shoulder at me and say
"What are you doing?".
(Not knowing of my Gracie moment!).
Yes, my face was so hot!
RED (like a Valentine's heart!)!
Moing on, we have made our purchases, the wood is paid for, pulled,
loaded up out back for us to load in the trailer we would haul it in.
My Honey grabs a board on one end, I grab the other end, we lift it up and over,
working from left to right.
This goes well, until we have a few boards done,
which means I need to take into account the boards now protruding
from the back end,
right about jaw level...
wait for it, wait for it...
Baaamm! She clocks herself!
Walks right into a protruding board!
Right in front of my Honey, who's like "????"
She sees stars, butterflies, and hears little birdies going
"tweet, tweet, tweet!"
Not even a knot, not even a bruise!
Last night when my youngest and I came home from music practice,
one of those crazy moments happened, you ever have this?
Where you come home happy, and then you greet the happy person at home.
Then somehow two happy people have a ridiculous conversation that makes no sense.
and two happy people are now like
"Geesh! What is his/her problem?"
My answer to fix it?
(because really, don't tell, but I was in error this time! Sshh!!)
"Sometimes everything I say is NOT what it means!"
(What did I just say?)
Honey wisely just sits this comment out.
15 year old son says,
"Makes. Ears. Bleed. Head. Ache. Does. Not. Compute!"
We had a good laugh at dinner!
Ain't life grand?