Unintentional underdoggy
The other day, Michael and I had this very involved discussion on accidents and rather than bore you with our deep thoughts, I'll summarize our (Michael's) conclusion. Accident prone people aren't really accident prone at all. They are merely retarded. (I mean no offense by my use of this word. According to Dictionary.com retarded means: Occurring or developing later than desired or expected; delayed. OR: A slowing down or hindering of progress; a delay.)
For dinner last night, I put Corrine in charge of making the dinner salad and she did an exceptional job. It looked mouth wateringly delicious. She got up from the table to bring the salad bowl over from the counter. She was making her way back to her seat at the same time that I was swingin' my way to the refridgerator for a lemon when, all of a sudden, my backside did an underdoggy and smacked that bowl right out of her hands. It landed on the hardwood floor and shattered. Also shattered were our hopes of having some tasty morsel-ishous greens. Poor Roo was devastated. Not as devastated as her daddy was, though. He came to the sad conclusion that I am indeed 'accident prone.' I really feel for the guy. He thought he had the better end of the bargain when he took me as his wifey. Hey, at least I gave him
10 years of wedded, ignorant bliss, eh?
You see, I got a swing. In my backyard. It's not for playin' on though. Unless you count toting a toddler around on your hip 'playing'. No, it's not even in our terrestrial yard. It resides in my bipedal backyard. Meaning I got me some mean booty shakin' goin' on. The proof is in the trash. It was also on the floor. I'll show you what I mean.
For dinner last night, I put Corrine in charge of making the dinner salad and she did an exceptional job. It looked mouth wateringly delicious. She got up from the table to bring the salad bowl over from the counter. She was making her way back to her seat at the same time that I was swingin' my way to the refridgerator for a lemon when, all of a sudden, my backside did an underdoggy and smacked that bowl right out of her hands. It landed on the hardwood floor and shattered. Also shattered were our hopes of having some tasty morsel-ishous greens. Poor Roo was devastated. Not as devastated as her daddy was, though. He came to the sad conclusion that I am indeed 'accident prone.' I really feel for the guy. He thought he had the better end of the bargain when he took me as his wifey. Hey, at least I gave him10 years of wedded, ignorant bliss, eh?
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