Friday, September 21, 2007
Oops, he did it again...
No, don't worry, this is not another Britney story.
Well, just a little over a year ago, the following happened:
For those of you who follow the writings of this mostly mundane blog, you'll remember that the amazing Mr. Cruisin' broke a toe while bravely rebuilding our patio cover for the entire summer of '06.
After a year of recovery,(don't worry, unlike his wife, he did not spend a year on his ass watching American Idol and eating icecream)he boldly decided to run some wiring in the ceiling of his office, so his air conditioner might work more efficiently.
As he readied himself to take on the ceiling, tools and ladder in hand, I of course, nagged him about not doing this himself and risking falling off the ladder.
Me: "Mr. Cruisin', you're not the young hunk you once were...perhaps you shouldn't be climbing a ladder all by yourself, you could fall and break something".
Mr. C: "Oh pu-leeeeze...I've been doing this all my life...I don't need help...it's no big deal...what could possibly go wrong?"
ding ding ding...those words are always the kiss of death.
Fast forward an hour or so...
Mr. C: "What are you...a witch?
Mr. C: Well, guess what? I was coming back down the ladder, missed the last step, twisted my ankle, and down I went. But don't worry, it's not broken. No big deal...just a bit purple".
So, what's a big-mouth wife to do? I was at a cross roads...should I be a supportive, compassionate wife, or lace into my poor, mis-steppin', old hunk of a man?
Afterall, this scene could've played out so many different ways...a broken hip; a split head; passed out. Hopefully he had clean underwear on, or any underwear on...could you imagine being found by paramedics with dirty underwear?
Luckily, the worst did not happen. A person can survive a sprained ankle...although not easy to get around when your job requires you to be on your feet all day.
But my Mr. Cruisin' never complains...he marches on (so to speak), with nary a gripe.
ME...I'd be wining, complaining, and demanding as much icecream as is humanly possible for one ailing person to eat.
And do you think my husband learned a lesson from all of this?
Of course not...he'll be back up a ladder in no time. Luckily for me...
Purple is my favorite color.