One of my absolute favorite movies is a movie from the 60s called Support Your Local Sheriff. This movie is chock full of classic one-liners. If I could have been a writer on any movie, this one would have been it. One of my favorite lines is delivered by the female lead and it pretty much sums up my life theme. After something else disastrous and off-the-wall happens to her, she yells, "Why do all these stupid things keep happening to me? I don't know but somebody'd better do something about it real soon!" Yup. Sums it up. I've also had this horrible thought that anyone that comes in contact with me unfortunately gets a little bit of that luck rubbed off on them. Completely unintended, I assure you. In some ways I feel like a pariah. Sometimes funny, which is when I choose to laugh about it, and sometimes sad.
Which brings me to tonight's story. A little back story first. Anyone familiar with my hubby knows that he drives a big blue truck. One day not too long ago he comes home from work with his face shining like one who has just had a true epiphany. He's going to name his truck Babe, because it's big and blue. For those of you unfamiliar with this reference, Paul Bunyan's big blue ox is named...you guessed it...Babe. I thought this was pretty clever.
Tonight we decided to make a Lowe's run because we are working on some home improvement projects (stay tuned, once this starts I'm sure they'll be something that will end up on here). As most of you that live around here know, we haven't had rain in quite some time and it finally decided to rain yesterday and today. So, on our way home we're just down from our house when we hear a huge THUD on poor Babe's roof. I wish we could have had a camera mounted on the dash for this one. We both ducked like fools like whatever it was was going to come through the roof. Mentally, that part is still pretty amusing. The rest is not. Who knows what this was-my only guess is that it was a piece of a limb that picked that exact moment to fall on our heads. What are the odds, really? He was pretty quiet all the way home from that point. If a grown man could cry, I think this would have been the moment. Poor guy.
PS-I think Babe will be okay. A little buffing and a little love, and it'll be good as new. I'm also glad we weren't in my car, because at this point I wouldn't be sitting here writing, I'd be writhing in a corner in a fetal position because I would have had to replace a ton of glass. See what I mean though? If he'd been alone that limb would NOT had hit the truck. Sigh.
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