Its Raining Me
We awoke this morning to find it raining outside. We awoke this morning to find it raining inside. Always one to look on the bright side I announced that we had been awarded one of those fancy indoor fountains. Turns out Sara isn't impressed by fancy indoor fountains. Especially those that rain on the electric stove. (I dont' know what the problem is, it isn't like we're using it.) Truth is only a couple of things would have impressed her this morning. First off I needed to get out there and patch that hole, sooner would be better than later. The second, I needed to refrain from using my psychic powers to predict the color of shirt she is going to choose and choose a shirt myself that same color first. It really annoys her when I choose the color she is going to wear before she does. (I think its funny! Mom thinks I shouldn't use my powers for evil.)
All I wanted to do is go a full work day this week without having to leave early for something or other.
So at lunchtime, I go to the home improvement store and pick up some stuff that I might need to patch the skylight. I get home, change into some working cloths and head up the ladder. Somewhere up there I remembered the words my mom and dad always said whenever they assigned me gutter cleaning duty. "Don't get on that roof without someone here to find you if you fall."
Ok. Jake, Bud, here's the deal. There is a reasonable chance that my tubby butt falls off or though the roof. Should that happen, Jake I know you have the emotional intelligence enough to know that I am going to need help. Bud, you have the raw intelligence enough to figure out how to open the door, grab the phone, and bring it to me so I can call for help when I wake up. No licking my face when I'm down, no eating me until I'm good and dead. Do we have an understanding?
I have no idea if they understood or cared, but I had done what I could do and that was enough for me. Plus, Sara was at work. If I didn't come back to pick her up she would worry and start calling the house and my cell phone. She would call at regular intervals until I called back. If I didn't call back I imagine she would ask around and see if anyone would be willing to take a long lunch to drive her home, when folks started arriving at the office in the morning.
I'm clearly kidding. I actually have no idea what she would do if I was at home alone and in trouble and she was at work alone wondering if I was in trouble or not. I do know that she is going to give me no end of harassment for the comments above. Especially the part about me always wearing in advance the color she is going to choose to wear that day.
She hates that. (I think its funny)
Suffice it to say I didn't get hurt, as I made it back to write this. Did I fix the leak? I donno. Ask me again after it rains.
