I don't know if you recall the 7 Up incident a year or two ago. If not, here's a quick recap: We were having a party at my house, and I had gotten Seven-Up and Fruit Punch for the drink. The refrigerator was packed, so I balanced those bottles rather precariously on the shelf. Well, my husband opened the refrigerator, and out fell the Seven-Up bottle. The cap popped off, and there was a mighty explosion. It sprayed everything. In fact, there are still spots on the ceiling from that little incident. Anyway, my husband vowed vengeance.
Let me tell you about his paybacks. Last month, he had left his suitcases in the middle of our bedroom floor. I ended up tripping on them and whacking my foot on a chair. The result was two broken toes. Let's just say that walking the dog has not been easy! That was bushwhacking number one.
Yesterday, my husband made dinner. That was a good thing, because he's a really good cook. But he doesn't like to clean up the dishes afterwards. He saves that job for me. I commenced dishwashing operations and picked up a stainless steel lid that was resting on the stove top. Little did I know that the burner underneath was still on. Talk about some serious pain! My hand blistered up immediately. "Owww!!!!" I hollared.
My husband came running. "What happened?"
"You bushwacked me!"
Of course he was very apologetic. "Now I guess I deserve another bushwhacking."
Fast forward to the evening. I was tucking my daughter in for bed. She had to make some final adjustments on her stuffed animal collection, so I thought I would sit down on the floor in front of her bed and rest my broken body. I grabbed one of her magazines off the dresser and started looking through it. When she completed her arranging, I put the magazine back on the dresser.
"Mom, that's not how it goes!" She jumped off the front of her bed - right onto my leg. More pain!
"What the heck!" I shouted.
I can't take it anymore! They're trying to kill me over here. Somebody save me from the bushwhacking!
Thanks for stopping by my blog today. Sorry your family is hurting you like this. I think you need some bubble wrap. LOL Hope your leg and hand feel better soon. Oh, I'm a new follower.ReplyDelete
Thanks for following. I'm definitely getting a roll of bubble wrap!Delete
Auch! Why does it happen that when you thump your toes on the door- it happens again and again?ReplyDelete
Sorry about all your bushwhacking!
These things happen in groups of three, don't they? I think that means I'm done!Delete
Bubble wrap may be the way to go ...ReplyDelete
I'd have to agree with you on that one.Delete
LOL you need do invest in a good suit of armorReplyDelete
You think that would be better than bubble wrap? I'll have to consider it! LOL!Delete
I'm sorry you have boo-boos. I shall kiss them (figuratively through cyberspace) to make them better.ReplyDelete
Janie, who does not have a foot fetish
Oh, thank you! I feel better already!Delete
I agree with the others: you need bubble wrap or armor! ;)ReplyDelete
Yeah. I'll just have to start saving the bubble wrap that comes in those UPS boxes.Delete
Ouch for everything especially for the toes. In need of bubble wrap, helmet, safety shoes and any type of protection asap. :)ReplyDelete
Yeah. And maybe I'll borrow my kid's skateboarding gear.Delete
I agree with the bubble wrap and helmet.ReplyDelete
I remember a soda incident when I was a child. The can sprayed all the way to the ceiling. Stickiness all over the place.
It's really hard to clean up!Delete
OUCH! I like the bubble wrap idea.ReplyDelete
I accidentally bushwhacked my husband last night. I left the vacuum out and I heard him run into it in the dark. OOPS!