Previously I had posted about getting old, and making sure that I've got lots of kids, so that at least ONE of them might take care of me when I'm weak and feeble
Little did I know that day would come so soon...
|Totally unrelated picture to the story...|
See, I hurt my arm trying to fix part of our roof... stupid roof! I know what you are thinking, how did SOMEONE as rough and rugged as I, get injured fixing a roof?! Well, I'll tell you how. There was a wild pack of Timber Wolves who attacked our small community. They snatched a child and started running of with it! So I chased down the pack of angry hungry Timber Wolves and wrestled the child from the jowls of their alpha male and fought off the whole pack (all withOUT being wrapped in bacon). Unfortunately, while hiking the 247 kilometers back to town, a family of Mountain Lions hunting for food tracked us down. Again, I had to wrestle bare handed the lioness to the ground in an epic struggle of man versus beast! Upon actually returning to town, I discovered that somewhere over the course of the 2 week long rescue mission where I saved a whole school full of children from a radio-active slug which mutated into SlugZilla, I had apparently pulled my left shoulder muscle.
|One of the dragons I had to fight to rescue the children... what? I didn't mention the dragons?!|
Point is, I couldn't even pull on my own shirt this morning. Luckily, Ping was upstairs playing and I was able to ask her to come help Daddy put on his shirt. I just needed SOMEONE to pull the head part over my head. I'm sure to watch from the outside, it was probably hilarious to watch as Ping struggled to slip the hole over my head all while I'm trying my best to laugh though the pain. I think wrestling the Timber Wolves hurt less than putting my shirt on. After that, I asked her to help put on my socks... I mean, they love wrestling with me and pulling my socks off and then running away... so why not help put them ON for a change.
She picked up my first sock and said "Ewwwww, stinky!" Threw it at me and ran away.
So, I'm not sure if my plan is really working out well... but she DID help me put my shirt on. So I think that is a step in the right direction. I love it when a plan comes together. :-)
Glad you're posting again! I hadn't seen any from you for a while. :o)ReplyDelete
Isn't it funny how a sock is stinky yukky stuff when one is asked to help put it on, but soooo much fun to grab & pull off...? That's gotta be somewhere on the list of Murphy's corrolaries... (Hope those wolves & cougars... er, sore muscles are feeling better!)ReplyDelete
It's a good thing you weren't wrapped in bacon while fighting off those Timber Wolves, otherwise you would be a goner for sure!ReplyDelete