I can actually picture that in my mind......Wasn't back from the cleaners yet. Fortunately the puffy tail on my bunny suit broke my fall.
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I can actually picture that in my mind......Wasn't back from the cleaners yet. Fortunately the puffy tail on my bunny suit broke my fall.
You've got to tell this story!No......fell off the bank.
Can we just suffice it to say that sometimes I make "Brains" look like a freaking genius?You've got to tell this story!
YES! All the details. And don't let anything out.Can we just suffice it to say that sometimes I make "Brains" look like a freaking genius?
......or do you actually want the details?
Yeah... Somehow I see the term "epic" coming about.Wait....let me go make some popcorn.........I'm so excited.
I was afraid you'd say that......YES! All the details. And don't let anything out.
Should we call you Sarah? “Drill, baby, drill!”
Do continue...Okay.....this was after the driving the car over the culvert and through the ditch incident, which was followed that winter with the Christmas tree is too tall, and I can't find a saw incident.....
When spring rolled around, I wanted a weed eater to keep my flower garden nice and neat. After much discussion....and believe me, there was much discussion among my family members.... they decided to get me a small rechargeable weed eater.
After all, how much damage can she do with that?
Evidently, quite a bit.....
Should we call you Sarah? “Drill, baby, drill!”
It's a short story....you don't need that much popcorn!Hurry up!! Popcorn's getting cold.....
Do continue...
(And now we've got to hear about the culvert car incident and the too-tall-tree dilemma.)
I started small, with the flower bed.....it looked pretty good, so I figured I was ready to tackle some of the steeper areas of the yard.
I put on my safety goggles, and headed for the front of the house, and apparently the inevitable doom that awaited.....
So I started at the top of the bank, with my back facing toward the slope......why I thought it was a good idea to work backwards, is beyond anyone's perspective.... but I was happily moving along, and thinking wow, I'm getting pretty good at this.....
Well, for some reason, I'm not the most coordinated person in the world, and I stepped backward at the same time I was swinging the weed eater in the opposite direction.....I slipped on a rock....yeah, that's it....a rock....and somehow did some kind of weird somersault, landing on my butt and sliding down to the road on my back.....all the while still holding the weed eater up in the air, and yelling in an unknown tongue.
My brother came down to where I was now laying in the street, asked me if I was alright....and took the weed eater from me.....never to be seen again.
I was allowed to keep those. I still have them somewhereWell, at least you remembered the safety goggles.....