06-05-2011, 11:51 AM
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has had an interesting morning. Went to lunch with the folks then went to visit the great-aunt who lives below us. Decided to go out to the barn between her house and my house, to take some pics and play around with my new camera. There's a lot of cool stuff still in there from years ago. Stuff from not only my childhood but my dad's as well. We haven't had horses in there in over 20 years yet there are still bridles and plow pulls hanging around so I thought those would be neat to photograph.
Well, while doing that, my dad decides to go poking around in the barn loft where we used to hang tobacco. Mom and I went up to see what he had found, because we also kept our trapping stuff up there. We made it up just in time to see the rotted boards snap and Dad start falling. Luckily, his butt landed on one of the support beams with legs dangling off each side. Mom and I both almost had heart failure while Dad just dangled there, laughing his ass off.
Anyone who's seen my dad knows he is a not a small guy. So, I wrapped myself around another support beam while holding onto my 5'2" scrawny mother as she pulled my 6'3" 350lb Dad up and out of the hole he got himself into. We all ended up cracking up. Then we heard something start rattling in a pile of old stacked up tobacco sticks so we all hauled ass out of there, laughing as we ran. Yeah, it's been an interesting day so far, to say the least. LOL
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