So, picture this.
My driveway’s looooong, and yesterday the UPS guy left a rather large package next to the gate, which looked long and skinny from the distance, but wasn’t, which had me saying as I walked up the drive, “I don’t need no stinkin’ hand truck.”
I get to the box. It’s big. I think, “It’s only a hundred fifty feet. I’m not gonna go all the way back for that little wagon now.”
A third of the way down the driveway, I set it on the ground huffing, gather my breath and shout for the 6-year-old whizzing by on her Tyko trike. We set the box on the trike and get maybe 20 feet, kicking the wheel all the while to keep it going straight, when the plastic body of the trike bends at the middle, suspending the wheels.
I set the damn thing on my foot. Lift foot, scoot. Lift foot, scoot. 10 feet to go and mom comes out. “How come you didn’t ask for help?”
Grumbling, I let her grab one end and between us we wrestle it to the garage. Then I lean back and stretch—and ouch!
Now, my back’s tight and achy. I took a Metha-something pain pill, laid on my couch and didn’t give a crap about anything. I think I watched three TIVO’d episodes of Grey’s Anatomy, but I can’t tell you much about what I saw, except I’m ready to bitch-slap the Asian chick. Oh, and isn’t OWEN HAWT?! She so doesn’t deserve him.
This morning, I’m moaning, not because I still hurt. The pill relaxed the pain away, but now I have a ton of catchup to do. 😐
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Hey sis!
Want some cheese with that whine? You’re going to be a fun chick to be around today. No, really, hope you’re back on track and next time you see a box at the gate, take the wagon. Have a fabulous day!
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Dear god you just can’t help yourself can you. 🙄 I probably would have done the same though.
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So, what did you learn from that?
But I do sympathise with you. Hope you feel better soon.
Just take it easy for a bit.
Valerie
in Germany
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Oh my that was hysterical but sucks for you sorry! I do stuff like that all the time! My old roommate always used to say you don’t have to carry everything in one trip you know like groceries but I always tried to make it in one. Hope you can catch back up!
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I know I woulda done the same thing!
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Thanks to you saying “I don’t need no stinkin’ hand truck” the Sergio Leone music cranked to life in my mind. I saw you standing in your driveway, wind whipping and whirling dust around your feet as you stared down the package…
*Eee-ooo, eee-ooo…Wahhh-wahhh-waaaahhh*
Then, in Clint Eastwood’s best gravelly voice, and from the wrong movie no less, you muttered to yourself, “A woman’s gotta know her limitations.”
Then the punk box totally owned your ass! 😯
Always — always! — listen to the little Clint-voice inside your head. 😉
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Be very careful, did that last year and ended up in physiotherapy for 6 months. I felt terrible, trouble just walking across the room. Now I’m very careful about what I lift and how I lift it.
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Myla! I can always count on you for sympathy—NOT! 😆
Brandy! No, I can’t help myself. And I always have this feeling of doom in my stomach because I know I’m doing something stupid. Still can’t stop! 😈
Valerie! What did I learn? That kid’s toys don’t make good wagons?
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Miranda! We’re sisters!!
Estella! Ha! 8)
Tracy! Wahahah! Now I have that song in my head. Only I could have sworn it was Hugo Montenegro… Have to go find my soundtrack LP. Yeah I have spaghetti western music on vinyl.
Diane! Youch!
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Dang it, Delilah! You inspired me to look up the composer’s name. It’s Ennio Morricone.
You have spaghetti western music on vinyl? Holy cripes, that’s epic!
I find new reasons to dig you all the time:)
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Hugs, Delilah–I can see myself doing the exact same thing! Hope you’re feeling better now!
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But you didn’t tell us WHAT WAS IN THE BOX!
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I probably would of done the same thing. LOL.
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This is something I’d do, but I’m with Cris–what was in the box???