Thank goodness for fathers-in-law with ladders.
Okay, today let's play a game. It's called "See if you can write my blog entry." So, in the comments, you can write a mini-blog entry for me that falls under the title of "Thank goodness for fathers-in-law with ladders."
Once you've all guessed a bit, I will write my own comment/blog entry with the story of what actually happened that required a father-in-law with a ladder.
12 comments:
"Today I was luxuriating on the couch when water started dripping on my forehead. Just then Aaron ran inside and told me that he had accidentally tossed his laptop up onto the house during a friendly game of Ultimate. And THEN we received a call telling us that a colony of bird-men had taken up residence on our roof!
Thank goodness for fathers-in-law with ladders!"
Today when I got home from another stimulating and satisfying shift at Starbucks Aaron and I decided to practice our frisbee skills since our Ultimate Team has been on a sad loosing streak of late. It turns out my frisbee skills are nearly as rusty as my numchuck skills and the frizbee ended up on the roof. Anyone who played Ultimate after Samerie's wedding may remember the particular affection my husband has for his frisbee and so can guess at how heartbroken he was at the prospect of his beloved toy being stranded on the roof. THANK GOODNESS FOR FATHERS-IN-LAW WITH LADDERS!!
Not particularily original, I know but I am in a weird mood and I think it is mildly amusing. I am writing this five minutes after you challenge was posted. Therefore I am the best. :)
Similar to Asenath (wife of Joseph), your father-in-law had a dream about a Ladder leading to heaven (like Jacob). This dream proves that you will have many, many children and many, many descendents, including Jesus.
The End.
No no... it went something like this:
Aaron and Diedre have one of those Self-Locking deadbolt things on the front door... you know the type, the ones that you turn with a little knob and you have to push a little catch down to get the thing to stay open. The dangerous part of a deadbolt like this is that you don't need a key to lock it, only to open it...
Aaron and Diedre were on their way to smell flowers in the park. They skipped along the sidewalk, Diedre whistling beautifully, Aaron doing complex maths in his head. After Diedre patted some sort of animal that is not normally patted, they returned to their apartment building to find (to their chagrin!) that both had thought the other had the keys...
Fortunatly it's stinkin hot in vancouver, and the balcony door was open.
Actually, they probably realized that they had no keys about 0.23 seconds after hearing the little auto-deadbolt go "click." Also, Gerry probably said something pointed to aaron about having to transport the ladder in his car.
Okay, Robi was getting pretty close, so it is time for me to reveal all.
Aaron was at work. I was at home. It was indeed stinkin' hot in Vancouver, so I had the window open. I went downstairs to do the laundy, and I did my ritual of checking the doorknob and the deadbolt to make sure I'll be able to get back in, except I must have confused it with my leaving-the-apartment ritual of checking to make sure everything is locked.
I hung up my laundry and tried to return to my apartment. I was locked out. In fact, the deadbold was open, but the doorknob was locked. So I called father-in-law Gerry, who made himself late for a meeting in order to bring his ladder over and climb in my window for me. I, unfortunately, was wearing a skirt, so I'm glad he insisted on being the one to risk his life (as he would have it).
Thank goodness for fathers-in-law with ladders!
So....who wins?
Well, Robi's story was the most accurate, but I think I like either Jan's or Melissa's the best...either I get rescued by my knight in shining armour (although our bathroom is in the middle of the building and has no window), or I get to be Jesus' great-great-great-(etc.)-grandmother.
Thanks for all the fun, I liked this game. Everybody wins!
I think the problem with my story (and the advantage that Jan and Melissa had over me) is that i knew too much about your apartment. I did try and make my story seem fantastical by having Aaron do maths.
I did notice that part...very fantastical indeed! Ten points.
Sometimes I wonder if people think I just never read Diedre's blog. Though, I guess that wouldn't stop anyone from making fun of me... and I can do complex maths in my head if I want to!
Hey, I stuck up for you and made an angry face when he called you and his other groomsmen "morons" the other day!
ah, marital bliss in blog land...
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