Pratfalls
Thanks to Mother Nature and her sadistic sidekick, Old Man Winter, having a little fun with a rain and snow combo that has the trees and gazebo roof dripping and surfaces icing up, Hubby started his day skating across the deck and along the walk to his garage. Not a great distance but plenty of room to fall flat on his patootie. He likes to play tough guy (as opposed to my chicken heart routine) about icy paths. Like his big feet would never send him slip and sliding on his belly (or butt). Earlier he sprinkled some sort of blue de-icer out there and now I can hear the scrape of metal against the deck floor. Where he said it was slushy. Sounds harder than slush to me.
All that would end if the garage was attached. I even suggested that maybe our next house should have an attached garage. . . . contd.
