Thursday, September 3, 2009

Straight Out a Stooge Movie

Yesterday once the rain and storms passed it ended up being a beautiful day. B and I decided to go for a stroll so I headed out the garage door. Unfortunately I stumbled down the step (yes, just 1... I am a klutz!) and fell into the wall on the left. Then, in hopes to regain my balance, quickly swung myself to the right of the stair (and yes, I was holding B while all of this was happening). I still didn't regain my balance, and stepped onto the push broom I had put in the garage earlier that day to shelter it from the rain. Have you ever seen anyone step on a push broom? Well, if not, I highly recommend you watch, because I am pretty sure it has to be the funniest thing you've ever seen. Not that I was laughing at the moment. Because I can assure you I was not. However, I lived to tell about it and so I am making sure I write it down to chronicle along with all the other weird things that happen in my life. When I stepped on the broom, it was angled in such a way that it the handle swung back and popped me straight above the eye! Thankfully the bruise is not too bad, but GOSH did it hurt. I was thankful that it didn't hit B, otherwise this story might be one about us going to the hospital with an infant with a busted head. Ofcourse, all of this happened in like, 5 seconds, so like I said before, I am sure it was a sight to behold.

On a completely separate note, I also thought I'd share a story that happened last week that I didn't blog about because I didn't think many would think it was that funny, or get it really. But when I shared it with Mare, she thought it was blog worthy, so here I am sharing.... I almost made my husband poop in his pants. No, really. Here's how it all went down. I was laying in bed waiting for Drew to get finished feeding B. While waiting I was looking at old pictures I had on my phone. I had completely forgotten about the fact that I had taken pictures of the pregnancy test for Brayden with my cell phone and then emailed them to myself. So, there I was, laying in bed (probably with a cheesy grin on my face) thinking about how I told Drew I was pregnant, thinking about how it was almost a year ago and now we have a little person sleeping in the room next to ours, dreaming about what B will become, and how it all started with that pregnancy test saying "pregnant" (well, actually it started before the pregnancy test, but let's not go there!). Drew walked in and was groggily setting his alarm on his watch, drinking his last sips of water, and was about to slither into bed, when I get the notion to show him the phone. "Isn't this cool?" I said, in an extremely casual voice, handing him the phone. You see, I wasn't really thinking that he hadn't been in my head to reminence with me... no, he thought this was a recent picture, that I was staring at trying to decipher. He looked at the phone and his eyes immediately got about the size of dinner plates. He looked back at me and his mouth dropped. At that same moment I realized what I had done, but it was too late. "You're pregnant? What?" I think gasps came next and I was trying to talk over him and explain my sappy thoughts about one year ago we found out we were pregnant, etc. I finally got him calmed down enough to listen and actually believe that I truly was not pregnant. I guess it just goes to show that I really do think that he can read my thoughts! I asked him later what went through his head and he said 2 things: the 3-5 year plan we're on to get a new house shrunk to 1, and that he almost crapped his pants. hahahaha! So glad I can look back on this and laugh. I think this gets him back for pretending to get down on one knee on the ferris wheel at the county fair when we were dating. What do you think?

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