Greg was going to take my car to work this morning to have the window fixed. Seconds after he left the house, I heard him bellow out "F...!" I looked out the window to see what had happened. I saw him holding his head coming toward the house. The car door on my Jeep was still open. I ran out to the kitchen just as he stormed into the house ranting. "What in the world did you have a box on the front seat for? I was looking at it and got distracted and banged the door into my head." (blood was seeping thru the Kleenex he was holding to his forehead) And yes, you did read correctly, he was claiming I was at fault for having left a box on the front seat of the car. If I did not value my life as much as I do, I might have either burst out laughing or yelled back, "Are you insane?" Neither seemed appropriate, so I remained silent. His ranting continued as he stalked down the hall to the bathroom. He could not get the bleeding to stop. I asked him if he wanted a bandaid and after flipping out more, he huffily agreed. I ran into the bathroom and the only ones I could find were "Dora the Explorer" and "Littlest Pet Shop" Needless to say, the choices pushed him over the edge. Luckily, after scouring I did find some plain ones. He finally left for work........ When he got home tonight, he was actually laughing about it and admitted he had been insane.
This evening, after finishing up the dishes and putting away leftover food, I decided to mix up a pitcher of Crystal Light. As soon as I finished, we were going to watch a movie. I was really burnt and was living for the moment I could dive onto the couch. As I efficiently went to put the pitcher into the refrigerator, my finger caught in the stopper on the lid. In a slow motion moment of horror it slipped from my hand and bounced to the ground, spraying a half gallon of Iced Tea all over the floor. I am not sure what I screamed out, but I do recall kicking the pitcher. Greg actually called out from his recliner, "How did you do that?"
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hahaha.........I had of course heard the story, but it was just as funny the second time....and there is something about our "instant" reactions that just "come out" or happen....some things are just TOO annoying....haha Yesterday, AFTER I had cleaned ans buffed everything, taken my shower and dressed, I FINALLY sat down on the couch with my throbbing knees, with a piece of choc. pie from the Thinnery. I had savoring that piece all day. I sat it on the back of the couch while I arranged my ice packs etc....I got all arranged and reached up eagerly for it, and somehow merely knocked it off the back end of the couch to the floor!! I was BURNING to say the very least. I have NO IDEA what I screamed out, (but screaming I was!) and there were no witnesses....not only did I now have NO pie, it was smeared and slopped all over BEHIND the couch and on the blinds where I could just barely get my large butt back there to clean it up....and of course moving the couch was COMPLETELY out of the question. The thing weighs a ton....SOOOOO, how was that??? MOST ANNOYING...is what it was....and "MY" reaction??? let's just say it was a good thing there were no witnesses!!! haha
ReplyDeleteHaha, I love these stories! My most recent was this; the other morning, I was hustling around trying to get out the door. I was completely ready, and I had prepared my thermos mug with my wonderful hot coffee. As I navigated from the kitchen toward the door, Debbie was sitting on the love seat, and asked me to grab something off the coffee table. I sighed and attempted to deliver. My mug tipped over and it's delicious contents spilled out. I did not have time for a redo, so I just had to clean it up and leave. I restrained from blaming anyone, but of course I balled about it, as I am so often accused of doing. Now who's fault was that? I think I know what Greg would say!
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