**Today doesn’t feel like a Thursday. It feels like a Wednesday, but no matter what day it is, tomorrow is Feel Good Friday! Pick a prompt, write a post and link up. See you tomorrow!
Tyler’s parents and Aunt were in town last week from Vegas and Chicago respectively. We were on our way to see them and were leaving our house when we saw my mom mowing her yard.
We waved Hello.
She flagged us down and told us that dad had fallen and hit his head.
“Well is he alright?” I asked.
She shakes her head “yes,” then shakes her head “no” and then she laughs and shrugs and says she’s got to get back to her mowing.
I am fairly certain he was okay, or she wouldn’t have been so nonchalant.
Or maybe they had an argument, and he got what he deserved.
Either way, we continued on our merry way.
We returned at 8PM, walk in the door and the phone rings…
Mom: You got any old shirts for Jim to put on his arm?
Mom: He scraped the skin off his arm and we need to wrap it.
Me: How bad is he?
Mom: He says he will reenact the “fall” if you come over.
So I think to myself that he either hit his head really hard and is loopy, or he is just being funny.
I grab the first shirt I see and run over.
Yes, I really did run. I was intrigued.
I meet them outside and see dad’s wounds. His forearm is completely bandaged and he has a bloody scrape on his neck.
He tells me that he has a can of paint in one hand and a paintbrush in the other and he is walking around the yard by the garage when he trips on the gutter downspout.
Not wanting to drop the paint or brush (heaven forbid), he stumbles a few steps and then trips again and falls into the whiskey barrel planter and first hits his head, then hits his jaw.
He wants me to point out that it did not happen in slow motion, but in fast forward.
But did he save the paint from spilling? Because that was his top priority, you see.
He got paint all over his clothes.
Now, he was so worried about getting the paint on his new, very expensive hiking shoes, he gingerly undressed in the garage and walked into the house… naked.
So he goes in the house… naked… and yells to my mom that he has had an accident.
She comes into the basement, takes one look at my naked dad and is horrified!
He was so concerned about bringing paint into the house; he didn’t notice that his arm was gushing blood!
While telling me his story he did call me and mom by the wrong names, but I am sure that is just “him” and has nothing to do with him hitting his head.
At least that is what I told him.
So he is standing telling me the rest of it and he ends with this:
“Well, old people fall, you know.”
No dad. People fall.
Tyler tripped and fell 2 weeks ago. I tripped a day ago. Sarah falls every day.
It is just that when you trip and fall, it is so much funnier than the rest of us.
And, by the way, my name is Laura… just in case you forgot.