Nothing and nobody can crack me up quite as badly as my own self, especially when I perform a serious clutz, as I did today. It was time to feed the dogs their little containers of Cesar dog food. Miss Daisy is visiting. Her mom doesn't want her to have Cesar, so I fix her a plate with a few of her treats on it at the same time that I fix Skipper's and Sophie's Cesar plates. That way, Daisy doesn't feel left out.
Well, I had everyone's plate fix and had placed Skip's and Sophie's on the floor. I reached around to get Daisy's and knocked it upside down off the counter, and it hit the floor with a crash, missing Daisy by a gnat's hair.
That scared the bejeepers out of Daisy, who did some kind of strange dance then ran out of the room. Cats also were running in various directions.
Skipper made a dash for Daisy's treats, which were all mixed up with plate shards. I dropped down to the floor to prevent Skipper from getting into the mess. Caught him, but couldn't get back up. By then I was laughing so hard I was about to lose my breath. Between guffaws, I was calling for Jesse to come and help me up--which caused me to get even more tickled thinking about that commercial lady (I've fallen and I can't get up). I could have got up more easily, but I was trying to keep Skipper out of the broken plate and treats and had only one hand and arm to push up with--in addition to laughing so hard I could barely breathe.
I finally made it to my feet just as Jesse came into the room. He looked at me, looked at the mess on the floor, then got the broom and cleaned it up. I was still laughing fit to die, and I think he was pretty sure I had lost my mind.
When I finally got hold of myself, I told Jesse what had happened. I looked around to see that Sophie had finished off both plates of Cesar while the rest of us were involved in the hullabaloo. So I got a handful of treats, went to find Daisy huddled in my bedroom, then gave her an Skipper some treats since both of them had missed Cesar time.
I know people who go all to pieces, cry, cuss, have palpitations, when something like that happens. But nothing tickles me more than a big disastrous clutz-off, especially when it's my own. I'm still giggling, thinking about Daisy's funny panic dance when the plate almost hit her. I don't think that sweet old girl has moved that fast in years.
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On 05/26/2015, Pat said ...
So funny! I do some weird things at times (a lot of times!) and have to laugh at myself. My grandmother used to laugh at herself and now I know you might as well laugh as cry! We get to a "certain age" when things we do are hysterical, and that's good. We need belly laughs!
On 05/26/2015, Sharrieboberry said ...
Oh my! Glad you're laughing and not injured! Poor Daisy! But I bet her reaction was funny.
On 05/26/2015, Barbara Anne said ...
What a good writer you are!! I can see this event as if I was there with you, the dogs, and the cats! Yes, I understand the hoo-ha along with the fact that Miss Sophie took advantage of the distraction to scarf up Skipper's meal as well as her own. Too funny! Has Daisy emerged from your bedroom yet?
Yep, laughter is always better in every way.
Lesson? No breakable dishes for dog or cat food of any kind, ever.
Still chuckling here! :)
Hugs!
On 05/30/2015, Andy said ...
I wish your blog had a "Like" button. Too funny.
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