By now I've had time to reflect on my accident.
And like all good husbands, I've come to the conclusion
that it couldn't of been my fault. Nothing is ever my fault.
I mean, after all, I've been climbing ladders since I was a
little ghost.
I know how to climb a ladder.
But back to the excuse at hand, I have to blame my wife.
It's really her fault after all.
Her job--her ONLY job, I may add--is to take care of me.
Letting me fall off a ladder is not "taking care" of me...unless
she really meant to "take care" of me in another way, make
it look like an accident. I did see her reading my life insurance
policy last month, you know. And my will...
So, using my husbandly logic, this was HER fault. She should
of been there to hold the ladder. Then, even if I fell, she could
of tried to catch me before I hit the ground. Had I of landed on
her I probably wouldn't of gotten hurt so bad. (She's "fluffy"....
I've learned not to say any other insults. For an old woman, she
has a pretty fast right jab. And I keep forgetting to duck.)
But yes, it was her fault. It must of been. Everything else is.
Spook...who by the way, had an argument with my wife on the
way home from the hospital after they finally released me. The
doc released me just after noon.
It was 7:00 that evening before my wife came to get me. Said
she "forgot"...she was busy. What she REALLY said was since
she was already in the city, she went to the mall. She knew how
much I hate shopping.
When I feel better, I'm gonna be mad at her.
Spook