When Appliances Attack: Drake's Story
This morning started out pretty good. I (Beth) slept until the ungodly hour of 7. It felt *good*. We had a little milk left, and Drake saw to it that I got my morning cup of coffee. Groceries weren't set for delivery (free delivery at that) until 10 am at the earliest, and we were starved. I headed out for some breakfast at McDonald's. We ate, the groceries arrived, and we were feeling good. Then, it happened.
We were wrestling playfully, and poor Drake wound up on the floor with me on top of him blowing raspberries on his belly. He played possum through it. Then he decided to jump up and scare me. And that is where the whole thing went awry. Drake yelled "Rah!" and sat up, connecting hard with the handle of a toaster oven that's sitting in our living room (long story). I think the toaster oven won.
Here is the challenger, Drake, about 10 minutes after the match:
And here is the damage:
Here's the winner, Mr Toaster Oven:
That barely visible handle is the part that got Drake.
So, now I have an injured Drake who is embarrassed to death over this thing with the appliance from hell. I think I've found a cure, though:
Two (2) of these:
(Reese's Miniatures)
One of these:
But I am missing just one more ingredient, and I'm hoping you nice folks out there can help me out a little. Drake and I would like it very much if you could post your own clumsy moments in the comments. It'd cheer Drake up (and make me laugh), would feel good to share, and it wouldn't cost you a cent. Those without clumsy moments to share may also just post a simple get well soon for the Drakester here.
Today's job cancelled, so I am left with the afternoon free. I'd be more upset, but yesterday's job was unexpected, fun, and the lady who hired me was more than generous to me. Oh well, on with the show.
-Beth Out
