Tuesday, March 18, 2008

The Grace God Gave a Goat

My husband picked himself a mighty fine prize marrying me. Yes sir, I'll bet I'm his pride and joy, seeing how I carry myself with such grace and all. Just after I woke this morning, I descended the front stairs in true Scarlett O'Hara fashion, my delicate hand brushing the bangs from my face. When all of a sudden the next thing you know I'm skiing, the bottoms of my feet and derriere glancing off the edge of each step. I would have been just fine had that delicate hand formerly brushing bangs not latched on to a baluster and stayed there. I narrowly missed dislocating my shoulder.

The cat narrowly missed being flattened like a pancake. The kid never even bothered to wake up even though I know there is no way on God's green earth he didn't hear me. So yeah, hubby picked a real winner with me. Thirty-something years old and I need a life alert necklace.


Jen said...

Giggle, I sewed through my finger yesterday. I too should wear a medic alert...I'm a clutz!

Jennifer said...

I'll join you in that club!

Renee said...

I dunno, goats can go up and down mountains and stuff. ;-D

I tried on high heels the other day. About broke my neck.

LRC said...

I resemble your remarks............and I have the bruise to prove it.

Anonymous said...

You sure do tell a funny story. I hope you are okay.

Sandy said...

I'm hoping you are all in one piece! It's been awhile since I've laughed that hard. Oh my goodness! And the comment about the cat. I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh, but it was SO funny.

The Dairy Wife said...

Ouch! Bet that hurt. The older you get ... the harder you fall and worse it hurts. LOL.

I too live in Indiana and live in an old farmhouse. Love it!

We're raising triplets out here in nowhere land and everyday is a new venture.

I've been lurking for awhile, so thought I'd stop by and meet you.