att00065.jpg

Okay, I don’t normally text and tell, but then again I’m rolling so I have to.

My sister text messaged me. Asked if I heard about her husband’s leg going through their ceiling. Since the headline hadn’t made it to my small east Texas town, I quickly wrote her back. Asked if he was okay, which part of the ceiling took his big foot — that sort of thing.

She answered their den. His right leg. It’s all scratched up.

Visualizing my sister’s husband — a computer whiz with similar gifts for carpentry as my hubby– (Sorry Ken but remember when you “fixed my car door?” Well,,,,, it fell off at Dairy Queen last night. It’s hanging by a black wire in our driveway), I quickly texted her a LOL !!! Take a picture! I’ll turn it into a blog post.

She wrote back quickly. Okay. I’ll take a picture. He’s sleeping.

I am sure my head did the puppy dog tilt as I read and re-read her text for a third time. Did my sister think I meant her husband’s leg? Take a picture of his scrapes?

Oh! LOL! hahahahahahaha! Yes, I thought you meant his leg! Okay — I’ll go take a picture of the ceiling, now.

(Do you see why I had to text and tell? Apples don’t fall far from the tree… or car doors… or ceilings…)

Today’s Life Recipe: Not everyone can be fixers. That’s why God made pixers! LOL !! I couldn’t help it !!