Friday, May 29, 2009
A Gift For My Dear Husband
I unintentionally provided Blake with a few years of laughter last night. A recap:
I tripped going upstairs. Not just any trip.....a full on, fall on my face, crash into the wall head first (surprised I didn't crush the sheet rock), sunglasses go flying, picture drops from its home and into my head kind of fall.
I knew, as soon as it happened, that Blake was giddy with excitement. Few things entertain him more than seeing someone trip and fall. An old lady could be struggling with a walker and if she tripped, he'd be rolling on the floor laughing. We saw proof of this last week during a neighborhood garage sale and pretty much the exact fore mentioned scenario unfolded. Yes, I married him for his maturity.
Later on last night, we were discussing my fall and he said he was thrilled to know I was laughing at myself in the bathroom shortly after. He thought, instead, I might have turned around to start throwing things at him. Why? It wasn't his fault? His reply: "Casey, the downfall of the economy is my fault. World hunger is my fault. Everything is my fault with you."
Yawn. Heard it before. My martyr of a husband does like to exaggerate. However, now that I think about it.....I was running up the stairs in order to go to a bathroom with a locking door because having two toddlers staring at me asking, "Potty, mom? Poop, Case?" can get old.....I asked Blake to occupy them for 1 minute.....and he didn't.....so I tripped going up the stairs because of him.
Yes, it was his fault. I feel better now. If the bruise on my forehead would heal, I'd be even happier.
Oh, and my new (already overused and quite annoying) nickname is Trip. Lovely.
Labels: Blake and Casey