Small Town Living

The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does.

Friday, February 27, 2009

Note to Self

Note to self:

Do not try to get anything on Hubby, as I did here. Believe you me, it came back to haunt me. The kicker is, I always manage to get myself back, with no help from him.

The scene:

At work. Trying to look all professional and all. When I begin to try and scoot myself, in chair, back to my desk. Next thing I know, I hit the floor, rear first. The lady, wouldn't you know I'd have a witness, in my office, trying not to laugh, is asking me if I'm okay. Yes, all but my pride.

The result:

-Ten minutes of cardiovascular workout...due to laughing so hard.

-And one big 'ole hole in wall. Yep, as I fell out of my chair the wheel to the thing went through the wall.

Moral of the story:

I have no idea, except I need therapy:) lol!!!....physical and mental!

Happy Friday y'all,



Shaunta said...

There is nothing like a good workout from laughing.

Even if it is from falling out of a chair!

Glad you weren't hurt!

Cheryl said...

Oh my goodness girl! Are you OK? I have fell twice this past year and yes, I laughed myself silly and so did others that seen me drag my big rear end off the ground!

Wendy L said...

Hahaahahaahahaa!!! Oh my sides hurts.... good one. Oh ok? Haaahaaahaaa!