This one is short and sweet, but again, somewhat funny. My husband is wonderful and a "jack of all trades". He takes pleasure in successfully baking a delicious cake to patching a whole in the ceiling due to some mishaps in the attic. And usually, he does it well.
The other night I asked for his assistance in moving our enormously large king-size mattress. It needed to be rotated and flipped because I was sick of waking up with sore bones. So, in all his humorous glory, he gets most of the mattress off and flipped. I'm safely standing near by in case he "needs me". (You know, the moral support guiding the captain cause Lord knows I can't lift any part of that monstrosity. ) Then I hear a large grunt let out as he stands with the mattress towering over him and leaning into his body. And all at once it happens....he shoves the mattress back on the box spring with a force of energy so impressive it made my eyes get wide and my breath some what stop. With a thud and a crash, dust filled the air as the mattress lay in its proper position. Yes, the thud was the mattress, but the crash and dust were from an entirely different source...the ceiling fan. The one I refuse to dust because I can never remember to do it. He had busted a blade right off the poor thing!!! I laughed for quite a while...him, not so much.
Now adorning our bedroom ceiling is a pitiful excuse of a fan, but all we could afford for the time being. However, my father-in-law had to come rewire it because Mr. Magoo, I mean my husband, left some wires uncovered!!!!! Oh well, no one was electrocuted, my husband now knows how to mount a fan properly and the mattress is flipped. Why can't anything be as simple as it sounds?
-M
The other night I asked for his assistance in moving our enormously large king-size mattress. It needed to be rotated and flipped because I was sick of waking up with sore bones. So, in all his humorous glory, he gets most of the mattress off and flipped. I'm safely standing near by in case he "needs me". (You know, the moral support guiding the captain cause Lord knows I can't lift any part of that monstrosity. ) Then I hear a large grunt let out as he stands with the mattress towering over him and leaning into his body. And all at once it happens....he shoves the mattress back on the box spring with a force of energy so impressive it made my eyes get wide and my breath some what stop. With a thud and a crash, dust filled the air as the mattress lay in its proper position. Yes, the thud was the mattress, but the crash and dust were from an entirely different source...the ceiling fan. The one I refuse to dust because I can never remember to do it. He had busted a blade right off the poor thing!!! I laughed for quite a while...him, not so much.
Now adorning our bedroom ceiling is a pitiful excuse of a fan, but all we could afford for the time being. However, my father-in-law had to come rewire it because Mr. Magoo, I mean my husband, left some wires uncovered!!!!! Oh well, no one was electrocuted, my husband now knows how to mount a fan properly and the mattress is flipped. Why can't anything be as simple as it sounds?
-M
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