I guess this last week or so I’ve been in a zone. That’s not the same as an athlete that’s “in the zone”…a basketball player who shoots every time he comes down the floor and doesn’t miss…a baseball player who sees “the seams” on every pitch and goes 4 for 4…a runner who feels like he/she can run forever without effort. I’m not on top of the world but not in a blue funk either. Just a zone.
Becky comes by a lot of Friday and Saturday nights. Sometimes to watch movies…other times just to sit around the kitchen and talk. I thought I knew everything about her by now but every once in a while I’m surprised. Both nights this past weekend got us all laughing so hard we couldn’t stop.
On Friday night, before we cranked up “The Wedding Crashers”, we watched a little of 1 vs 100. One of the questions was “Which of the following, when you put the postal abbreviations of both states together, is not something you would drink…A) Colorado and Louisiana B) Wisconsin and Nebraska C) Pennsylvania and Indiana?” It was fairly early in the round and I thought the question was a no-brainer.
Becky, who is one of those people who gets most of the jeopardy questions correct, said “I think it’s B”. She pronounced it wee-nay and said “That isn’t something to drink”. I said “It’s pronounced wine and that’s something you’re drinking right now. The correct answer is C pain”.
She hadn’t had that much “wee-nay” yet so I don’t think alcohol was a factor in that accident. So when I thought I had heard everything, last night we were sitting around talking after going to the Methodist Church to listen to “Live Under The Dome” which was excellent, and out of the blue Becky said “Nothing hurts more than smacking your breast (she used different words) between two boards”.
I’ve heard the old saying “Getting your t&*% in a wringer” to describe doing something that gets you into a troublesome spot. And I’ve also heard of people doing some strange things for gratification, but that one was way out there. So being the dummy that I am, I asked her what she was talking about.
She went on to say that her father in law had made her and her ex-husband two saw horses. Becky and her husband at the time were raising lots of animals including pheasants and she said she used the saw horses for perches. She was carrying them both under her right arm when they started to slip. She lurched forward to catch them and get a better grip when the tops slammed together and her right n*&&%$ was caught in between them. It brought her straight down to her knees.
She talked like it was a common occurrence. Let me know, anonymously, if that has ever happened to you or anyone you know other than Becky. I’ll report the tally next week. Details would be appreciated, pictures would help prove the damage and, I promise, I won’t sell them to one of the “girly” sites. I’d say now that I’ve definitely heard everything, but I know better. Stop by sometime…the entertainment is free!
Just (Gearing Up For My Florida Trip) Jack