So we have no sidewalks cause we are city, but rural. Bike path near by but I'm not ready for that much walking so I do my laps in the back yard. Husband been fixing a leaking outdoor faucet all afternoon.

So I stopped by my pond and said must be a raccoon is moving the rocks around. Husband comes to see. I say if I could bend over I would pull that large rock back into place. He says I'll do it.
He steps with left foot on a rock and then the right foot towards the loose large rock and I say NO,NO, wrong one, don't step on that one it's the loose one, this coming out of my mouth lightening speed.
Not fast enough. He steps on rock, rock slides into pond with my husband catapulting into the middle of the pond completely submerged except his head. I hate myself trying to ask if he's okay and laughing hysterically.

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

He starts to climb out, algae hanging on him, like a sea monster. I dare ask if he can locate the rock first and lift it up? He does. He has his good tennis shoes on, his nice shorts, his wallet in pocket, me

. I'm such a bad wife...

. He's okay just a bad scrape.
Once at a wedding a guy a few rows in front of us had a off kilter toupet, a lady behind him started laughing and had to slide down in her seat and then my sister and I started

and then my son in law

it was not good and the minister is trying to marry this couple. Sigh.
Once at church, I'm a Baptist, don't speak in tongues or raise my hand at church, but this guy was way into it and then we sang and my brother in law was so off tune, yup it started us all

and we had to hide our faces behind the hym book. We were visiting this church. Could not stop laughing, so embarrassing.
I just have this funny bone inside me and it comes out at the wrong times....

End of story. I did my laps in the yard with no cane and no limp. Getting there....
