I got a fwat wip....

and it's all his fault!!!

He didn't carry the boxes of Christmas ornaments

upstairs like I asked him to do last week.

If you guys knew what my stairs were like

you would understand why I don't do it myself.

Very steep and narrow! And I'm a clutz!!

There was a tote full of ornaments sitting in the

pantry floor awaiting him to put away, which was under the cabinet

that I needed to put something in.

Instead of me moving the tote

I stretched as far as I could to put this item in anyway.

While outstretched, the said item

fell out of my hands and in a flat second

I had a crockpot in my upper lip.

I mean my entire upper lip and teeth.

It busted my lip on the inside

and jarred my teeth!

Do you think I said bad words?

Well I didn't exactly call him "Honey"!!

However I was not too terribly upset at him

because

he agreed for me to go get that

Baby Lock Quilters Choice

that I want so badly!!!!!!!!

Now I know what you guys are probably

thinking. That it was as much my fault for

not moving the tote before

I stretched myself over it. That I was just being lazy.

Well my friends you are not the one sitting here with a

busted wip and a wet wash cwoth in your mowth.

So I have to blame it on someone and he's

such an easy target!

I bet the boxes will be taken upstairs as soon as

he gets in tonight!

Don't you?

The waskally wabbitt!!!