Way back in the olden days of December, 2013, I went to a work conference, leaving the Mr. and Taj home alone to fend for themselves. They did pretty good but I was anxious to get home.
The day I got back was a rainy ole day and my co-worker dropped me off at the house before the Mr. got home. Taj was glad to see me and I was happy to be back home.
I barely got into the house, dropped my bags off in the entryway and fell on the couch for a little nap before the Mr. got home wondering what was for supper.
Besides……….I had shows to catch up on!!
While Taj & I were dozing, the doorbell rang.
Now, Taj is a pretty good little dog but nothing gets him more stirred up than the doorbell.
Unless it’s a dog walking by the house.
Or a bird on the windowsill.
Or a Pupperoni.
Or just about ANY food.
I guess what I’m trying to say is that dog when ballistic!!!!
Scared me right out of my skin!
Since it was Christmas time and I pride myself in ordering ALL my gifts online, I knew it was probably a mountain of packages.
So I waited for the delivery guy to drive away (he’s a ring-the-bell-and-walk-away kind of guy) then I headed to the side door where he usually leaves our stuff.
So I go to the front door.
Where are my packages????
I slipped on my shoes head out the door to see if I can find my ding-dong boxes.
I checked around the bushes.
I walked down the sidewalk to check around the chairs on the side porch.
As I’m heading back up the walk to the front door, I think…..GARAGE.
At this point its drizzling so I picked up my pace and headed toward the garage.
Unfortunately, being the graceful flower that I am (read that “bull in china shop”), my right foot only landed half on the walk.
Cue the slow motion…….
I tried to catch myself with one foot now on the grass and the other on the walk but I was moving way too fast (I’m so light on my feet, ya’ll) and I did kind of a cartoon wave of my arms as my upper body started over my lower half.
It was sort of a running airplane move that means only one thing:
She’s goin’ down!!!
Remember how I told you it was a rainy day? Well, when I hit the ground, I slid a good way along the grass.
But it weren’t all grass!
It was MUD!!
When I finally landed, I was face down in the wet and mushy mud, too stunned to do anything but lay there.
Then I remembered my neighbors.
Since most of them are retired, I wondered how many of them were watching from their windows, Gladys-Kravitz-style.
But if they were, shame be upon every one of them ‘cause NOBODY came out to help me!!!
I got up and looked down at myself and saw that I was a muddy mess:
And after 5 washes, I still can’t get the mud out of that pink blouse! 😦
I’ve always wondered what could make a grown man playing baseball slide head first into home plate. After doing it myself, I’ve gotta say, I’m stumped.
Not only do you get filthy dirty……