squirrelly
Cathlete
OK, guys, I have to share what last Saturday was like for me….
6:00 PM—My DH, DS, DD, and I arrive home after spending the entire day at DD’s Destination Imagination tournament…and walk in to find my PARENTS sitting in our living room, now mind you, we live ELEVEN hours away for a reason, so when they said that they thought they would “drop by” on their way to FL, the only thing that kept running through my head, was “Eddie, I wouldn’t have been more surprised if I’d have woken up with my head sewn to the carpet” (Christmas Vacation—love that movie!)
6:30 PM—We decide to go to a Southwestern restaurant for dinner
6:45 PM—We begin to eat and my mom shrieks as she realizes that she is eating my dad’s fish burrito and she just happens to be allergic to all seafood…my DS and I try to calm her as she is spitting the food out…
6:48 PM—My dad grabs a cup of salsa and proceeds to knock over his gigantic glass of raspberry lemonade on the food, himself, and the floor…I jump back in an attempt to avoid the red waterfall and tip over my chair as my DH runs for a mop and napkins…
6:57 PM—I look up from taking my first bite of food only to see my DH running for the front door and I just stare thinking, he isn’t coming back….
6:59 PM—Still staring, I see DH come to the glass window and motion for me, so I go outside...I notice that DH has an odd expression on his face…
7:00 PM—I get outside to discover that DH has his mouth open and is drooling bits of burrito out of it…I am wondering why he isn’t closing his mouth already, this is rather disgusting…
7:01 PM—After some creative gesturing I realize that my DH has, get ready, dislocated his friggin’ jaw!!!!!!!!!!!!! Being the loving wife I am, I try to jam it back, but no go…so I run back into the restaurant to tell the fam to eat slowly because I am hightailing it to the ER.
11:00 PM—after shuttling DH and then the fam back home, and then back to the hospital, I arrive home with a loopy DH who had to be sedated because he tried to bite the doc when he reduced the joint! DH may have to have surgery which would require his jaw to be wired shut, which I am kind of excited about…
So, what is the moral of this story??????? DO NOT EVER TRY TO EAT A BURRITO THAT IS THE SIZE OF A SMALL COUNTRY! Oh, and, eleven hours is not far enough away to prevent drop-in visits from parents…
:7
6:00 PM—My DH, DS, DD, and I arrive home after spending the entire day at DD’s Destination Imagination tournament…and walk in to find my PARENTS sitting in our living room, now mind you, we live ELEVEN hours away for a reason, so when they said that they thought they would “drop by” on their way to FL, the only thing that kept running through my head, was “Eddie, I wouldn’t have been more surprised if I’d have woken up with my head sewn to the carpet” (Christmas Vacation—love that movie!)
6:30 PM—We decide to go to a Southwestern restaurant for dinner
6:45 PM—We begin to eat and my mom shrieks as she realizes that she is eating my dad’s fish burrito and she just happens to be allergic to all seafood…my DS and I try to calm her as she is spitting the food out…
6:48 PM—My dad grabs a cup of salsa and proceeds to knock over his gigantic glass of raspberry lemonade on the food, himself, and the floor…I jump back in an attempt to avoid the red waterfall and tip over my chair as my DH runs for a mop and napkins…
6:57 PM—I look up from taking my first bite of food only to see my DH running for the front door and I just stare thinking, he isn’t coming back….
6:59 PM—Still staring, I see DH come to the glass window and motion for me, so I go outside...I notice that DH has an odd expression on his face…
7:00 PM—I get outside to discover that DH has his mouth open and is drooling bits of burrito out of it…I am wondering why he isn’t closing his mouth already, this is rather disgusting…
7:01 PM—After some creative gesturing I realize that my DH has, get ready, dislocated his friggin’ jaw!!!!!!!!!!!!! Being the loving wife I am, I try to jam it back, but no go…so I run back into the restaurant to tell the fam to eat slowly because I am hightailing it to the ER.
11:00 PM—after shuttling DH and then the fam back home, and then back to the hospital, I arrive home with a loopy DH who had to be sedated because he tried to bite the doc when he reduced the joint! DH may have to have surgery which would require his jaw to be wired shut, which I am kind of excited about…
So, what is the moral of this story??????? DO NOT EVER TRY TO EAT A BURRITO THAT IS THE SIZE OF A SMALL COUNTRY! Oh, and, eleven hours is not far enough away to prevent drop-in visits from parents…
:7
