Darling Hubby About Died

Yep, if you read that title you'll know that Darling Hubby about died yesterday.   Yep.  He about died ... from laughing.

Let's start with a couple-three jokes.  You all know that old joke, "What looks good on a lawyer?  A doberman pincher"?

And then there's "What looks good on hippies? Flames." 

And, "What looks good on a dog?  Sandpaper, it's rough-rough!"

Ha, ha, ha.  Now, for the background story.  We bought a used washer-dryer set from a neighbor man.  The dryer stayed on the truck since we were gonna turn around and re-sell it.  The washer had to be unloaded.  

The ground was snow covered, there was sneaky ice underneath the snow.  No help was to be found...one son at work, 1 son too infirm, 3 sons out of town.  Washer's aren't too heavy so we decided between the two of us we could wrangle it to the tailgate, then lift it with our hands on its bottom edge, and walk it to the landing of the deck, thus avoiding three steps.  So far so good.

I was thinking, "This is doable.  It really isn't too heavy.  I'll stand here on this side of the landing while he gets himself and his side maneuvered up and over."

I shouldn't have thought.  Many times when I was younger I'd start a sentence with, "Dad, I was thinking....."  and he'd say, "Maybe you'd better quit thinking."  ROFL.

So, there I was two hands gripping the edge of a metal white washing machine, the little quarter inch lip cutting into my hands, my mind thinking, my body waiting, and my feet standing  in snow, when it happened.  My right foot slide forward!

Yep.  I'd lost it.  

That washing machine leaned my way.  (Do slow motion film unwinding here.)   A white square block came upon me and was blocking my view of anything.  My back was in the snow.  My bad foot was bracing the base of the washer.  My two hands were up and spread apart on either edge of the washer. 

It seemed to be hanging in midair.  DH was pulling in the opposite direction and extremely upset, "Are you okay?"  And I was.  I was fine.  I was laughing at my stupidity in NOT wearing shoes that would grip in the snow.  

He jumped off the landing and rescued me.  

Like I said, I was fine, and we finished "walking" it into the house.  In case you're wondering, I've not suffered the slightest thing.  No bruises, no soreness, and my foot never hurt.  Wonderful!  Miracle!

Now, that time has passed, it's a funny story.   Like "The Day The Circus Came To Town" this was "The Day The Washer Came Down." LOL!

And the story gets told many times that day and the next.  

To hear DH tell it, it's quite the joke.  Like the one about the neighbor, "What would look good on your neighbor?  A mask."

He's now asking family and friends, with an conspiratal twinkling eye to the men,

"Do you know what looks good on your wife?

A Whirlpool!"

Ba-Da-Boom, Ba-Da-Bing!