Why Hello, Satan

I spend a lot of my time worrying about Ms. P and her sleeping habits, or lack thereof.

She is not a great sleeper, and I am a big believer in the power of napping, so I can get a little anxious at times when she hasn't slept enough. Because when she doesn't, it is a big can of fussy that gets opened up on everyone for the rest of the day.

So at one point I wanted to try and put her to sleep, but the gardener across the street was making a lot of noise, and it was too hot to close the window.

I kept hovering around the window, trying to gauge when he would be finished. I kept muttering rude things under my breath, mostly for him to hurry up already.

Hubba-hubba heard me and said, "Why are you telling that poor one-armed gardener to hurry up? He's going as fast as he can!"

And because Hubba-hubba is often quite the bullshitter, I told him to shut up, that there was NO SUCH THING as a one-armed gardener.

"Oh yeah," he said, "Just go ahead and look a little closer, will you?"

"You lie like a rug," I retorted.

Just then, the gardener started loading his equipment into his truck.

And what did I see?

An empty sleeve where his left arm should have been.

Surely, I am going to hell.

Comments

Carrie @carrieloves said…
OMG that is too funny!
11:18 PM
Kelley @ magneto bold too said…
if you are going to hell for that then there must be a worse place for me...

and epic LOL
7:42 PM
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