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Half a Freckle and a Fiddler's Banana

I had someone say "fiddler's banana" to me. I wasn't sure how to take it, since I forgot what the man was saying as soon as he said the two words to me, I lost it's context. I googled it, and just came up with a Jazz page.

Anyhow, the whole weekend from Saturday night on was a complete waste of my time. I had a fall. It sounds so "old ladyish". Even though Adam says I am the clumsiest person he has ever known, I just don't go around falling. I trip, I stumble, I flail, but fall?

To make a long story short, I was saying my goodbye's to my brother and his girlfriend, the neighbour approaches from behind, I am halfway between my neighbour and my brother, beside Wookie on her chain, Wookie gets excited and her chain wraps around my right ankle, she runs, I fly straight up in the air (at least four feet) and land on my right bum cheek and arm. I heard my vertebrae pop and chuckle. "Holiday Syndrome".

Nice.

So, most of the weekend was spent chewing muscle relaxers and drinking tea. My fanny is a bit blue. I was too looped to even attempt some rug hooking, and my bum burnt from slathering it with A-535, from which I had a "bit" of an allergic reaction to.

Roboxacet. . ."it's a hellava drug". I was "grinding my feet" into my leather couch.


Now the kidlets are back, Adam is back with arms full of chocolate from the Hershey Factory. Good Lord, I will never lose my love handles. I think I am going out for a power walk tonight, it seems like a good night for it. It is a tad muggy, but I like to live life on the edge.

Right now I am listening to Adam on the phone with one of his work buddies. . .he has a bit of his "Man Voice" on right now. He has three distinct voices.

The Man Voice (when he is talking to a man).

The Lady Voice (when he is talking to a woman).

or

The Exasperated Husband Voice. (No need to explain this treasure, it's when I bug him, tease him, gross him out, or poke him).

The Man Voice is always such a delight. He sounds gravelly with a sprinkling of Tabasco, and a dash of lumber jacket.

1 comments:

Rositta said...

Sorry about the fall, I hope your recovery goes better than mine did...Robaxacet works pretty good though. I know all about the voices, I always tease my husband about them. He doesn't believe he has them so one day I'll have to record...ciao