Wherein it All Comes Crashing Down
Dec 18th, 2007 by Nola
I am not a big believer in signs. But.
Pete called to tell me that Hulk Hogan is to reign as king of Bacchus in 2008. I should have known then. But.
I got home and picked up Sun to nurse her. As I sat down, I heard a distinct “tink tink tink,” and looked to see a line of branches moving downward on the Christmas tree. An ornament had fallen. Weird. I looked closer at the tree and noticed it was leaning. A lot. I looked even closer and noticed–gasp!–it was moving and leaning! I yanked Sun away from me, jumped up and ran for the tree. I was not fast enough. It came down with a mighty crash accompanied by screams from Sun (or was that me?)! It landed right on top of Sun’s gymini and Bumbo:
Pine needles were everywhere. Bumble, so proud just days before, hid face-down in shame:
Amazingly, there was only one casualty and two injuries: one new ornament broke and could not be fixed and two angels each broke a wing. They are recovering in the Ornament Hospital along side the shepherd from the manger who lost his head whilst in the attic this past year. All three are recovering nicely:
Coincidence that my In-laws are due to arrive in twenty-four hours? I fear not.
Stumble it!
Good things you don’t believe in signs. Because if you did…
yikes!!! no, not a sign, not a sign. this has happened to me before. I was so annoyed at the time but it’s provided many a laugh over the years. let me just say I don’t remember the christmas trees that stood straight and did their job but we all remember the giant pine that took a dive
I know I shouldn’t be laughing, but you write so well! Love it
So sorry it all came crashing down around you! I’m with you, totally due to the fact that the In Laws are coming.
May the Christmas Spirit stay with you (and lots of egg nog, too)
Glad you and Sun weren’t injured!!
Now, will you get a fake tree. When our tree fell, because George refused to get it in the holder straight, I decided not again. Fake ever since.
And warn a person before you show us that kind of carnage, again. Bumble looks stunned or possibly drunk. Are you sure he wasn’t catch a nip in the kitchen before you got home? I will never get that headless shepard out of my mind. And the angels, oh the angels.
I’m glad you had the frame of mind to document pictorially this holiday/domestic disaster. As Wendy said, it is indeed carnage. I also place the blame on a drunken Bumble, no doubt driven to that state by silently observing your angst of the past weeks.
And by the way, it’s an admirable resolution, but having to refer to it as WoYoPracMo? N**** please! Is typing out “I’m going to do yoga every day” that hard?
But now I’m getting used to it. A chant, a mantra if you will. “Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo, Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo, Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo, Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo, Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo, Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo, Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo, Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo, Wo-Yo-Prac-Mo…”
It’s how I’m going to answer the phone from now on at work. “Woyopracmo, how can I direct your call?”
It will be a substitute for “Sweet!” when the Saints or Tigers score. A verbal high-five. “WoyoPracMo—Touchdown!”
“WO-YO-PRAC-MO, bitch!,” rather than, “In your face!” as the taunt of the year.
Instead of, “Throw me something, mister!” I’m going to be yelling “Wo-yo-prac-mo!” at the parades.
No more “Where ya’ at?” It’s going to be, you guessed it, “Woyopracmo, dawlin’?” down in ‘da Parish from now on.
“How’s your mom ‘n ‘dem?” will be replaced by “How’s your woyopracmo an’ dem?”
And I’m sure that’s what you said instead of Mother*****r! when the tree fell.
I obviously have nothing to do at work today.
Wow! Lucky Sun was not playing with her gymin!!!! Geez! What caused it to fall anyway?
I hope you get your tree back up and looking all brand new real soon! Thanks goodness Sun was not there playing wiht her gym! Good luck :o}
The tree falling isn’t a sign but the in laws visiting is………
Bwahahahaha from the old married lady.