Sooo, last weekend I got stuck on the roof…again. I don’t know why this keeps happening to me, but it does. Cowboy says it’s because I’m impatient and won’t wait for someone to help. And I say…pfft.
Here’s my side of the story. Which is the only one that counts-
BTW, if you’ve recently run into Cowboy around town and you’ve noticed that he’s walking a little gimpy, I promise it’s not my fault. And no, he hasn’t been run over by a herd of reindeer like grandma. The truth… he’s hard-headed. But that’s another story.
In anticipation of our Thanksgiving guests, I decided last weekend that I would clean the gutters. Isn’t that about like cleaning out your sock drawer? Not a darn person will notice it, except you.
Anyhoo, since mother nature was cooperating, I thought it would be the perfect day to get down to business with my gutters. So I got busy collecting the supplies and tools needed:
Gloves…β Long rake…β A ladder that’s not quite tall enough…β Non-slip sneakers…β
COWBOY: What are you fixin to do?
ME: (Fixin? He cracks me up) I’m cleaning the gutters.
COWBOY: Why don’t you wait until I can help you?
Have you ever heard that Brad Paisley song “Waitin on a woman”? My version of that song would be “Waitin on a Cowboy to help with things around the house”.
ME: You’re the last person that needs to be up on a ladder with your gimpy self.
COWBOY: That ladder that you drug out isn’t going to be tall enough.
ME: (Turning around to give him the stink eye) I know you think that you need to rescue me from my ideas. But I really do know how to do this.
COWBOY: (Throwing his arms up and walking away) Alrighty then, have at it.
ME: (Mimicking him, which I do really well) Alrighty then, have at it…blah blah blah.
I started up the ladder thinking to myself, easy peasy. This gutter cleaning thing is not hard at all. I get to the top of the ladder and stretch out as far as I can only to realize that the last of the leaves are out of my reach. So I did the only thing I could think of…I slid onto the roof on my hands and knees.
Folks, it was that moment when I realized that this gal was in a heap of trouble…
to be cont’d next Sunday y’all- ππΈ, π£πͺπΆπΆπβ₯
