*sigh* I'm loosing my touch. (Warning: Hi-jacked by Em)

[EmtheFishLady]

Spook, you shouldn't send me notes that you fell of ladder then not respond when I check on you. It does not do my nerves any good. *hugs* my friend.

 

[Spookwriter]

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

 

[Wisher1000]

Glad to see you back, Spook, glad you're on the mend.

Bunny, I don't think Spook's first suggestion of where to place that bunny-kiss would be on his head. He fell on his head and it hurts. Perhaps he would suggest a spot lower and further back? No, wait, that would be for his DW. Sorry, Bunny.

 

[Spookwriter]

Hush Wisher....my head doesn't hurt THAT much.

Bunny, don't listen. Make a Spook feel good...


Spook

 

[sourland]

And, so, it starts again.

Or perhaps it never stopped?

 

[Bunnylady]

Whatever do you mean, Sour?

Wisher, you're a mom; I know your boys are a bit old for it, but did you never kiss boo-boo's to make them better? As you said, he landed on his head; what better place for that magical healing touch?

(my MIL fell off a ladder and landed on that other place once - broke her tailbone. Made sitting down a pain for the rest of her life

)

What is it with husbands, anyway? Critter blames me for everything, too. If a tool goes missing, he just knows I'm the one who didn't put it back - right up until the time he finds it right where he last used it.

Poor Mama Spook. Tries to be thoughtful and not drag her poor wounded husband around when he obviously isn't up to it, and is he grateful?

 

[EmtheFishLady]

What is it with men climbing things when no one is around? We have a saying down here..."if you're gonna be dumb, ya gotta be tough."

 

[Spookwriter]

I'll keep your words in mind, MommaBunny...I'll
hurt myself more often.

You don't know how much it hurts my ego to say "I fell
off the ladder"....knowing someone will say I should of
been wearing a bucket. But I am an Elder, who shall go
bucketless.

And WHY do we blame the wife for everything? Gee. I wonder.

 

[sourland]

What is it with husbands, anyway? Critter blames me for everything, too.

Bottom line is ya just can't keep your hands off our stuff!

 

[Spookwriter]

If only I had a ladder that would reach all the way to Florida
I know EM would catch me if I fell...




(of course, with Em there to catch me....I may jump, not wait
to fall)