My post on trusting your instincts was up for two days and I wanted to leave it up one more to give as many people as possible the chance to read my story. If you know anyone who hasn't read it, please pass it on. Together, we can save hopeful writers the trouble I found myself in, before it's too late. I had to take it down because I have something that needs to be shared. Immediately. If I don't tell you now, I'll implode. Okay, maybe that's too dramatic. I'll combust.
Apparently, whilst the hubs was off at work (he's a cable technician), and digging around in a basement crawl space, it seems as though he...got...stuck.
[Insert my continuous obnoxious laughter]
As he's telling me this story over the phone, I imagine my sweet, fearless husband, with only his back end hanging from the small hole, dangling like bait. The house owner + wife watched in horror as the hubs flailed his feet against the wall, trying to break free.
[OMG...I can't stop laughing]
As his boots wiggled and squirmed, the hubs attempted to remove his belt so he could [hopefully] slide out a little smoother. Somewhere in his struggle, he kicked over his work ladder and had to have the house owner grab his legs and literally PULL HIM FREE.
Those of you who know my husband, he was obviously cracking jokes about his fat a$$ to relieve his humility. And I've tried not to laugh. Really, I have. But....hold on......
Okay, all better. Wait...Let me get it out of my system:
Random Fact: While I've never been stuck in a hole in the wall, my offspring did get stuck in a bucket once. Like daughter, like father.
Random Fact: Completely off the subject of dignity loss, I recently designed some shirts for a TWLOHA contest. While I'm sure I won't win, it was fun to enter for a cause so close to my heart.