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sinkwriterMy aunts are having their living room painted tomorrow, so I thought I'd be helpful and remove all the light switch and vent covers in preparation. Neither of them are tall enough to reach the vents on the upper portion of the walls, so I said I could get them.
All I had to do was reach up, loosen the screws, and pull the vent cover off of the wall. Easy peasy. I didn't even have to stand on tiptoe to do it.
Except that one vent cover was stuck, so I used the screwdriver to pry it from the wall.
If only I'd been standing on a ladder at level height with it.
The vent cover finally popped off and fell... right on my face. Hit me in the mouth.
After about a half-minute of cursing, crying and bleeding, I started laughing.
Because my aunt said, "Tomorrow, when you go to see your counselor, please make sure you tell him that we didn't do this to you."
HAHAHAHAHHAHA
I said, "Oh yeah, this is going to be a fun conversation. 'How'd you get that cut and bruise on your mouth?' Oh, you know, the usual... a vent fell on my face."
Then we all started joking about the various things I could say instead of the embarrassing truth.
"I got into a fist fight."
"I ran into a door."
"I fell."
"My aunt came after me with a vent cover. It's always the quiet ones you have to worry about..."
*******
While I held an ice pack to my lip, I noted, "Wow. It's been years since I've had a fat lip."
To which my aunt pointed out that the last time was probably also when I was visiting them...
When I was a little kid, we used to go sledding on the hill across the street from my grandmother's house. One time I decided to take one last ride, but I borrowed a friend's saucer-shaped sled and went down the hill on my stomach. The thing flew like the wind and had absolutely no way of steering, so I spun out of control and couldn't stop myself from running into the kid who was walking across the field at the bottom of the hill. I ran straight into his wooden toboggan -- face first.
I recall crying then, too (though in my defense this time I think I was much more stoic about my tearing up, LOL). And I remember my mom being all hysterical because her little baby girl had a big fat lip.
Alas, no mommy here to fawn over me this time.
A vent fell on my face.
*facepalm*
Yep, call on me for all your handy household needs.
I think I'll just go sit down with my ice pack and watch the White Collar marathon. Thank you very much, and good night!
All I had to do was reach up, loosen the screws, and pull the vent cover off of the wall. Easy peasy. I didn't even have to stand on tiptoe to do it.
Except that one vent cover was stuck, so I used the screwdriver to pry it from the wall.
If only I'd been standing on a ladder at level height with it.
The vent cover finally popped off and fell... right on my face. Hit me in the mouth.
After about a half-minute of cursing, crying and bleeding, I started laughing.
Because my aunt said, "Tomorrow, when you go to see your counselor, please make sure you tell him that we didn't do this to you."
HAHAHAHAHHAHA
I said, "Oh yeah, this is going to be a fun conversation. 'How'd you get that cut and bruise on your mouth?' Oh, you know, the usual... a vent fell on my face."
Then we all started joking about the various things I could say instead of the embarrassing truth.
"I got into a fist fight."
"I ran into a door."
"I fell."
"My aunt came after me with a vent cover. It's always the quiet ones you have to worry about..."
*******
While I held an ice pack to my lip, I noted, "Wow. It's been years since I've had a fat lip."
To which my aunt pointed out that the last time was probably also when I was visiting them...
When I was a little kid, we used to go sledding on the hill across the street from my grandmother's house. One time I decided to take one last ride, but I borrowed a friend's saucer-shaped sled and went down the hill on my stomach. The thing flew like the wind and had absolutely no way of steering, so I spun out of control and couldn't stop myself from running into the kid who was walking across the field at the bottom of the hill. I ran straight into his wooden toboggan -- face first.
I recall crying then, too (though in my defense this time I think I was much more stoic about my tearing up, LOL). And I remember my mom being all hysterical because her little baby girl had a big fat lip.
Alas, no mommy here to fawn over me this time.
A vent fell on my face.
*facepalm*
Yep, call on me for all your handy household needs.
I think I'll just go sit down with my ice pack and watch the White Collar marathon. Thank you very much, and good night!
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Date: 2010-09-08 01:21 am (UTC)Ouch. Not Do It Yourself so much as...Do It To Yourself. :P Still, I'm glad you're okay and not too much worse for wear. Hang in there! *hugs*