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.
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.
-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,