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
he agreed for me to go get that
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!
The waskally wabbitt!!!