Friday, July 7, 2006

The Epitome of Style and Grace

Unknown Wife tells me, "UP, there's a small wasp nest by the garage door. Could you get it?"

So, I get the wasp spray and give it a shot. A few wasps come flying out, I take two quick steps back, and trip backwards over my own two feet.

End result: I land on my butt and wrench my back. And all Unknown Daughter (age 5) registers is that "Daddy said a bad word."

That's why they make those words (and ibuprofen).

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