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Happy Easter Revelations
April 16th, 2006 11:20 amHappy Easter & all if that's your bag.
This weekend two HUGE discoveries were made ... one by each of us.
Revelation number one:
Brian discovered that I scream much differently (get your mind out of the gutter) when there is a bug that needs to be removed or if there a HUGE FREAKING SNAKE in my garage.
As I was trotting out to the mailbox on Saturday, *something* made me look down as I was walking out of my garage. A black snake was coiled up right by the door jam & had it's head sticking out right where I was going to walk. I still can't believe the scream that came out of me; my throat hurt for the rest of the day!
Now one would think that when one's damsel in distress - obvious due to the bloodcurdling scream by said damsel - that one would come rushing to her aid.
Hmmm
It seems a certain Tall-Knight-in-Shining-Armor took the time to recognize the difference in the scream & enjoy a few more bites of his ice cream. EVENTUALLY (it seemed like hours) Brian came to see what was up. He managed to get the offensive, at least 3-foot snake wrapped up on a stick & deposited it in the woods. I am sure my threats of a 12-gauge shotgun will keep Mr. Snake out of my damned garage!
Revelation number two:
Pretty much since we have been together, I have wanted to measure Brian (get your mind out of the gutter). He says he is 6 foot, 8 inches, but has also admitted to being 6 foot, 8.5 inches & being the baby Monk that I am, I wanted to confirm his height. Brian has always denied my request vehemently.
On Saturday, he comes into the house sporting a wee, little button that reads, "6'9" & nine inches!" grinning like a sly fox. For those who know Brian, wearing this sort of thing is out of character so I was way amused. I told him it was very cute, but that he couldn't wear it since he's not 6'9" & quipped something about the whole measuring him thing. Then he said I could measure him! In lightening speed I had a tape measure ready & we went out to the deck where he could stand a few steps below so I could get a good measurement.
With his shoes on the tape read close to 6 foot 10 inches. He poo-poo'd this information & announced that his work boots were adding a lot to his height & we agreed to measure him again barefoot. I was a bit dismayed since I figured he'd ever give me the chance again.
Come Sunday, I reminded Brian about the measuring thing & to my surprise he consented. Once again we trek out on the deck with tape measure in hand along with a ruler so that I can place it on his head to get an accurate measurement.
::: Drum roll please :::
Brian is indeed 6 foot, 9 inches.
I'll let you guess about the other 9 inches.
This weekend two HUGE discoveries were made ... one by each of us.
Revelation number one:
Brian discovered that I scream much differently (get your mind out of the gutter) when there is a bug that needs to be removed or if there a HUGE FREAKING SNAKE in my garage.
As I was trotting out to the mailbox on Saturday, *something* made me look down as I was walking out of my garage. A black snake was coiled up right by the door jam & had it's head sticking out right where I was going to walk. I still can't believe the scream that came out of me; my throat hurt for the rest of the day!
Now one would think that when one's damsel in distress - obvious due to the bloodcurdling scream by said damsel - that one would come rushing to her aid.
Hmmm
It seems a certain Tall-Knight-in-Shining-Armor took the time to recognize the difference in the scream & enjoy a few more bites of his ice cream. EVENTUALLY (it seemed like hours) Brian came to see what was up. He managed to get the offensive, at least 3-foot snake wrapped up on a stick & deposited it in the woods. I am sure my threats of a 12-gauge shotgun will keep Mr. Snake out of my damned garage!
Revelation number two:
Pretty much since we have been together, I have wanted to measure Brian (get your mind out of the gutter). He says he is 6 foot, 8 inches, but has also admitted to being 6 foot, 8.5 inches & being the baby Monk that I am, I wanted to confirm his height. Brian has always denied my request vehemently.
On Saturday, he comes into the house sporting a wee, little button that reads, "6'9" & nine inches!" grinning like a sly fox. For those who know Brian, wearing this sort of thing is out of character so I was way amused. I told him it was very cute, but that he couldn't wear it since he's not 6'9" & quipped something about the whole measuring him thing. Then he said I could measure him! In lightening speed I had a tape measure ready & we went out to the deck where he could stand a few steps below so I could get a good measurement.
With his shoes on the tape read close to 6 foot 10 inches. He poo-poo'd this information & announced that his work boots were adding a lot to his height & we agreed to measure him again barefoot. I was a bit dismayed since I figured he'd ever give me the chance again.
Come Sunday, I reminded Brian about the measuring thing & to my surprise he consented. Once again we trek out on the deck with tape measure in hand along with a ruler so that I can place it on his head to get an accurate measurement.
::: Drum roll please :::
Brian is indeed 6 foot, 9 inches.
I'll let you guess about the other 9 inches.
