March 20, 2006

HOME IMPROVEMENT

Tim (the tool man) Taylor inspired me to do some things around the house. One of those things involved going up on the roof. I thought I would start at the top and work my way down. And that was exactly the way it was suppose to happen. The problem was, I never made it to the top. On my way up, having almost made it, I ended up on the ground. It all happened so fast. One second I was near the top and the next I was on my butt leaning up against the house. The landing couldn’t have been on a better spot. It is the most cushioned part of my body. If I only I hadn’t stuck out my hand to break the fall I would be fine. But here I sit with one hand bruised and swollen, rejoicing that I didn’t land on my head. When Preacher’s wife found out what I had done she said, I was going to the “home”. By the way did I mention that I was wearing my flip flops and pajamas?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

First things first, glad to hear you weren't seriously injured.

Dress for success Preacher... leave the pajamas and flip flops to the Hugh Hefners of the world. I don't believe Timmy the Tool Guy would approve of climbing atop a roof in your jammies.

Granna said...

First the towel-less trips to the hot tub, now the trip to the roof in your jammies. I'm surprised the neighbors haven't started a petition!

Anonymous said...

When I get on the roof I wear only a tool belt....it prevents chaffing!