The funniest things happen when the Flying Zolnowski’s are getting ready for bed.
I don’t know why these things happen.
Getting ready for bed is a serious matter.
It’s the last step before you accomplish the day’s main goal: BED!!
It’s the best part of the ding-dong day!!
But sometimes the Mr. likes to race.
Sometimes he gets a little silly.
Sometimes he’s just four-thirds ig-nernt!!
But most always he cracks me up!!!
Last night was no exception.
Except he wasn’t racing.
He wasn’t being silly.
He was just telling me a story about something that happened at work.
I was standing at the dresser listening to this riveting tale of IT hi-jinks while the Mr. was behind me over by the bed getting undressed.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but the Mr. falling across the room.
It was like a slow-motion fall.
He just kept falling and falling and falling.
I’m seeing all this through the mirror so I turned to check out what was actually happening and there he was.
On his knees.
Crashed into the rocker and cedar chest.
Jeans around his ankles.
What in this world?!?!?!?!
And then it starts.
He laughs and laughs and laughs some more.
He falls back on the floor in a fit of laughter.
Pants still at his ankles and just cracking right up.
Are you ok????
Where you trying to race me?
Did you just get tangled up?
No, he says.
“The Lord’s just trying to tell me I’m too big for my britches.”
But never fear.
Taj went over to check on his dad and the dog who NEVER licks the Mr. gave him a big ole smooch right on the mouth!!!
Now THAT was funny!!