Bad Night
 

My neighbor came over and offered some plants for my empty garden in
the rental house. They're pretty, but they are covered with fine
little spines. I planted them, but now my forearms look like I've got
the measles.
Okay, I decide to open some moving boxes to get my mind of the itching
forearms. Those plants are tough.
I wanted to find the power cord for my elliptical so I can get off some
of this fat. I pulled 6 pieces of paper out of the top of one dish
pack. As I pull them out, the edges ran across my upper lip. Yup, you
guessed it, 6 lovely (albeit rather deep) paper cuts on my lip. Once I
staunched the flow of blood and put my t-shirt in cold water to soak (I
looked like the victim on CSI), I went back to unpacking.
I pulled another dish pack down from the pile and stepped back. Well
on the previous box, I'd found Topaz the Wonder Hound's squeaky
ball. He was behind my legs as I turned with the box in my arms, ball
in mouth, wanting to play. In order to avoid him, I slammed my
shoulder into the elliptical. It went over part way, my bare foot went
under the base of the elliptical, I slid back, the elliptical dropped
on the three smaller toes on my left foot.
I went down under the dish pack, wrenching my back. I'm on the floor
in tears; the cat shot off to the basement (did not want to be seen at
the scene of the murder); Topaz drops his ball and licks the toilet
paper off my lip, starting the blood going all over again. I'm
jammed between the elliptical (foot still underneath it) and a row of
boxes with a box on top of me. Yah know, this just sucks.
Right now, I've got a wad of toilet paper on my face. No shirt, as
my clean shirt has now joined its other bloody brother in the sink.
The icemaker in the new fridge works. I've got a baggie full of ice
on my toes. The second toe is 3 times the size of the other two.
I've found the adhesive tape, so I'll tape the swollen piggy to the
other two and see how it is in the morning.
Since I've not unpacked any of the drugs stronger than Tylenol, I'm
going to have a couple of beers and go to bed. The morning has got to
be better.
Frank Reid

Bad Night
 

"Frank Reid" wrote in message
ups.com...
My neighbor came over and offered some plants for my empty garden in
the rental house. They're pretty, but they are covered with fine
little spines. I planted them, but now my forearms look like I've got
the measles.
Okay, I decide to open some moving boxes to get my mind of the itching
forearms. Those plants are tough.
I wanted to find the power cord for my elliptical so I can get off some
of this fat. I pulled 6 pieces of paper out of the top of one dish
pack. As I pull them out, the edges ran across my upper lip. Yup, you
guessed it, 6 lovely (albeit rather deep) paper cuts on my lip. Once I
staunched the flow of blood and put my t-shirt in cold water to soak (I
looked like the victim on CSI), I went back to unpacking.
I pulled another dish pack down from the pile and stepped back. Well
on the previous box, I'd found Topaz the Wonder Hound's squeaky
ball. He was behind my legs as I turned with the box in my arms, ball
in mouth, wanting to play. In order to avoid him, I slammed my
shoulder into the elliptical. It went over part way, my bare foot went
under the base of the elliptical, I slid back, the elliptical dropped
on the three smaller toes on my left foot.
I went down under the dish pack, wrenching my back. I'm on the floor
in tears; the cat shot off to the basement (did not want to be seen at
the scene of the murder); Topaz drops his ball and licks the toilet
paper off my lip, starting the blood going all over again. I'm
jammed between the elliptical (foot still underneath it) and a row of
boxes with a box on top of me. Yah know, this just sucks.
Right now, I've got a wad of toilet paper on my face. No shirt, as
my clean shirt has now joined its other bloody brother in the sink.
The icemaker in the new fridge works. I've got a baggie full of ice
on my toes. The second toe is 3 times the size of the other two.
I've found the adhesive tape, so I'll tape the swollen piggy to the
other two and see how it is in the morning.
Since I've not unpacked any of the drugs stronger than Tylenol, I'm
going to have a couple of beers and go to bed. The morning has got to
be better.

How does this differ from your typical evening? ;-) Be careful there,
Frank - I don't want to be saying, "WOW! That was a great full-Reid (God
rest his soul)."
--
TL,
Tim
-------------------------
http://css.sbcma.com/timj

Bad Night
 

Well, the old axioms; "that's gonna leave a mark" as well as "you're
gonna feel that in the morning" both apply. Don't know where I messed
up the right knee, guess I just didn't feel it with the toes on my left
foot being crushed. The toe that was 3X larger than the others is only
2X this a.m. Found its really difficult to limp on both legs. Think
I'll use the elevators today.
Frank Reid

Bad Night
 

Frank Reid wrote:

Since I've not unpacked any of the drugs stronger than Tylenol,

And my wife wondered why I hid all implements of destruction before you
visited.

Bad Night
 

On 28 Apr 2006 06:25:22 -0700, "Wayne Knight"
wrote:


Frank Reid wrote:

Since I've not unpacked any of the drugs stronger than Tylenol,

And my wife wondered why I hid all implements of destruction before you
visited.

How? I suspect Frank could find a way to turn 6 square inches of bubble
wrap into 2 Porsches...

....one for the orthopod and one for the surgeon...

TC,
R
....no, really - I have faith in ya, Frank!

Bad Night
 

"Frank Reid" wrote in message
ups.com...
My neighbor came over and offered some plants for my empty garden in
the rental house. They're pretty, but they are covered with fine
little spines. I planted them, but now my forearms look like I've got
the measles.

He he he!

Thanks for the laugh this morning, hope you recover soon...

JT

Bad Night
 

He laughs at my pain. Man's inhumanity to man. Frank's inhumanity to
Frank?
Paper adhesive tape didn't hold very well so I've covered it with duct
tape. That's gotta work.
Frank Reid

Bad Night
 

"Frank Reid" wrote in message
oups.com...
He laughs at my pain. Man's inhumanity to man. Frank's inhumanity to
Frank?
Paper adhesive tape didn't hold very well so I've covered it with duct
tape. That's gotta work.
Frank Reid

It's not the pain... It's the sequence of events.

When you remove the tape, it should provide another good story... ;)

JT
P.S. It shouldn't take near that much "pain" to justify a couple cold
beer...