DEFLATED
Okay, so. Carl and Liv were in Krogers the other day buying some Izze (mmmm, Izze). So Carl picked up the Izze and the bottom of the cardboard container gave way.
CR-ASHHHH!
A glass bottle fell through to the floor and shattered, sending glass flying everywhere.
"Cleanup on aisle 9."
And that wasn't just a broken glass cleanup either. No sirree.
Somebody stop by the cosmetics aisle on your way over and bring a box of bandaids, please, because my husband and daughter are bleeding like a couple of stuck pigs.
Oh yeah!
And the store clerk was all, "Are you okay, mister?"
And Carl was all, "Gimme a couple-a bandaids, would'ja?"
And naturally I'm all, "Are you sure you guys got all the glass out of your flesh?"
And Carl's all, "Look here. This baby's bleedin' reeeeal good. Do you think I'll need stitches?"
And I was all antsy because if Reece saw the cuts, he would have freaked out royal.
Can't send my clan anywhere, I tell ya.
Btw, if you live in the midwest, then you know that last Sunday and Monday were two of the most beautiful weather days we've had all summer. Mid 70's. Full sunshine. Zero humidity. Ah, mighty nice.
That is, if you didn't spend hours on end, both days, disassembling a swingset that a friend so generously offered to us for free. Would have been a great gift too, but for a little problem.
NINE "little problems" to be exact. The carriage bolts. We had disassembled and hauled away wood in the back of our pickup truck for two whole days, only to be defeated in the end by some carriage bolts that had a death grip on their little places in the wood. Yee gads.
And now we have to haul all that wood back. I'll pause here and let that sink in a bit.
And now we have to haul all that wood back.
Why?
Because Ray-Ray (our pet name for the local trash collection) won't pick up items over something like 6 feet long. So I'm thinking a 10 foot tower and a 12 foot cross beam might be difficult to hide in the can. Ya followin'?
I think I'm gonna enter the ironman competition when all that wood is returned. I can definitely display my "strumph" with the best of them. After all, I served as half of the 2-man crew that moved us here to Indy.
And, Heave.........
Ho!
(Is my lip curling up over my nose yet from low potassium?)
Toni
8 comments:
You are so funny! Glad everyone is ok after the sad Izze incident. As for the wood haulin'...you are WOMAN! Show off those buff biceps with pride...after you pick the splinters out of your fingers. ouch.
What's Izze???
I'm midwestern. I even lived in Indy for a year. But I don't know what Izze is!
Izze is a carbonated fruit drink.
Bless your heart and your trashman even though he won't take it. Might is really picky and it drives me crazy.
I've never heard of Izze either. Looks good.
Hide the twelve foot pole in the can! HAHAHAHA! And the baby's bleeding pretty good. Do you think I'll need stitches? I love the way you all do everything together. Even get cut!
Love ya, sister, and CAN"T WAIT until the next crop!!!
SNizzeroo
PS...Hope you had fun at Indiana Beach and have a good start to school this week!
Oh Toni-what a pain! Do you have a chain saw? You could hack the wood into the "proper" sized pieces. :-)
Izze is so yum! Glad they made it through the accident:)
Oh and could you just cut the wood up? We burn things over here but it's probably not recommended:)
Hope hubby's injuries are healing up.!!!
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