Allow me to explain...
We just moved into a new house a couple months ago, and in the back is a rundown old garage that really only qualifies as a disporportionate shed. My father is lost without a garage and so he began the job of tearing down the shed so he could build a new garage. Being a good wife, my mom helped him. Somehow, the garage was dismantled so that 3 walls were torn down, and one wall was left, free standing, completely unsupported. Most people at this point would of stood clear and pushed the wall down with a stick or a pole, a shovel, anything! But instead, my parents proceeded to clean up around the free standing wall. It wasn't standing for long. The wall toppled and managed to fall directly on top of my mother, catching her in the back and knocking her to her knees and hands. Now I would like to point out at this time that while this all was going on I was asleep in my room, and the only part of this adventure that I experienced was my father waking me up to tell me that he was taking my mom to the hospital. Anyways, my mom ended up breaking her wrist. A pretty minor injury when I think about what else could have happened. It was funny to watch my mom tell the story. After about the fifth person asked her how she broke her wrist, she changed the story to a simple: "I fell." I guess it got too embarassing and too long to tell every person what really happened. So the moral of this story is... actually there is no moral. But if you see my mom with a purple cast on her arm, instead of asking what happened just ask if you can sign it.
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heather your parents are too cooky- i love them
and thanks for the cd
Haha. I know theyre awesome. I'd like to think my wierdness was inherited from them.
And your welcome. Hope you liked it :)
Heather, Heather, Heather. I've decided to take on the burden of being your personal spell-checker; from now on all my comments will be critical, harsh and unloving. First of all it's disproportionate not disporportionate, and secondly it's would have, not would of. Kim it's kooky not cooky, and Heather it's they're not theyre. Oh and weirdness not weirdness. And you can't start a sentence with and. And...you suck. I never loved you.
When can we hang out?!
Its so clear now. Weirdness not weirdness. How silly of me.
We're never going to hang out. Not now not EVER!
Tuesday works for me.
Me too, I like tuesday. What are we going to do?
I think I'll skip my AA meeting and we can get drunk. Who's in?
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