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August 13, 2008
Ok, seriously. We were scheduled to trick an outdoor party. And for those of you living in The Pacific Northwest you know that can be as certain as rolling the dice in Sin City crossing your fingers that mama gets new shoes. The odds of great weather may be with you all week, and then you wake up the day of the event to a torrential downpour and are forced to put Plan B into action. And you swear, like I did, at 4:00 in the morning when the sound of rain beating on your roof wakes you from a sound sleep. "Shit." The Husband rolled over and continued to snore, and I lay there hoping against hope it's a cloudburst and we will be fine by the afternoon. And then at 7:00 a.m. when the phone started ringing in a mad search for more tents, and suggestions about what they should do about the river flowing through their back yard. Fortunately everyone was in good spirits and realized you can either be hysterical or just give thanks for those who clearly needed the rain, and decide the best plan of action was to move the party to the pole barn in the back of your property. "Are you OK with setting your staging area in the garage? We've cleaned out one side and put tables in there." What they failed to say was, "We just sealed the garage floor so be careful when it's wet." Because had I known that I would not have so non-chalantly hoisted a box of grapes above my head before taking my first step. The Partner came in after me and called out my name, not realizing I was lying under the tables covered in grapes. "I am here." "Where?" "Over here." "Over where?" "Look down." She crouched down and sighed. And turned to hide what was clearly a rousing moment of the giggles. "Oh God." "I know." "Are the grapes ok?" "All except for the ones I just made into wine under my ass." "Do you need help getting up?" "Not right now. I would just like to lie here for a minute." "Ok." "Is anyone else here? Does anyone else see me?" "I think you're good. But did you not see the sign?" "What sign?" "The sign on the door that says BE VERY CAREFUL. FLOOR IS SLICK." "Cleary I did not." "Right. Good point." "Are you ready to get up?" "Yeah. I am ready." "You know you might want to go to the doctor." "No, I feel fine." "Right. But didn't you just fall in the parking lot?" "...and your point is?" "Right. I am just saying. The falling seems to be getting worse." "40 Sucks." "Thanks for the warning."
Posted by Foodwhore at August 13, 2008 11:34 AM 
I'm sorry. I laughed till I cried. I went to a wedding celebration in West Seattle on Saturday. It was supposed to be a BBQ, but ended up being 50 people stuffed inside a small house. At least it was good company. For heavens' sake, it's August. When is summer going to get here? Or did I miss it? At least I'll be in Florida in two wweks. Maybe I'll find it there. Posted by: Greg at August 13, 2008 10:23 PM I'm sorry......I have to ask: did you taste the wine?? :-D Hope the rest of the trick was better after that....*hugs* Posted by: Mona at August 14, 2008 07:16 AM YGp1J5 vqsoofjtqfrx, [url=http://itwiznpvxzgb.com/]itwiznpvxzgb[/url], [link=http://llqzlnqulmhy.com/]llqzlnqulmhy[/link], http://uomkggnqppeb.com/ Posted by: rxaeuoupze at August 15, 2008 10:27 AM Honey, it's not just the Pacific Northwest. The same thing happens down here in Florida. Anytime you plan a big event outdoors, the rain will come. Hope you don't hurt too bad from the fall! Posted by: Amy Marie at August 15, 2008 12:15 PM I flashed to Tom Hanks stuck in the floor behind the chair in "Money Pit." Makes me laugh every time! When you don't have time to cry - always go with laughter. Funny stuff. Posted by: meginAB at August 15, 2008 02:46 PM  |