Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
On Monday I told you HERE about Willy Dunne Wooters falling out of bed on Sunday, which turned into Funday.
The fun continued during the afternoon as I prepared to grill steaks. We started the grill, and WDW walked out to join me on the deck. As he did so, he closed the door to the house behind him.
Now, you have to understand that the very first time WDW visited my house, I said, Always leave the back door ajar unless you have keys to the house in your pocket or your hand.
Scout had a special talent for locking and unlocking doors. Plus, the back door is finicky. I swear it can lock itself, and that's what it did on Sunday afternoon.
Neither one of us had keys or a phone, so we couldn't call Favorite Young Man, who has a key.
I considered becoming hysterical but decided it wouldn't do much good.
So I descended the deck steps and traversed the yard to a window that doesn't lock well. I pried off the screen and tried to open the window. Couldn't do it.
I went around to the front of the house. Couldn't find a window that would open.
Suddenly Willy Dunne Wooters called out, Miss Junebug! I got the window open!
I rushed to the back yard and told Willy Dunne Wooters to get a ladder. I would climb up and in the window.
But, no! My manly man insisted that he would make the climb. He jumped on the air conditioning unit and prepared to slide through the open window on his tummy. Being ever so aware and wary of my OCD, he stopped and asked me what he should do about the shelves just below the window. He knew he was going to knock over my office supplies. I boldly told him not to worry. Everything could be picked up and put back in its place.
Just move the lamp, I said, so it doesn't break.
Willy Dunne Wooters managed to toss the lamp onto the theater seats, where it landed as lightly as a feather.
Then through the window he went, as we laughed hysterically over the struggle to get through the small space, over the shelves, and onto the floor without landing on his head. I longed to take photos and had actually grabbed the camera from the top shelf, but I didn't quite dare to say, WAIT! I must photograph your rear end and legs sticking out of the window.
As he completed his glide, Willy Dunne Wooters looked very much like this:
Yes, he resembled the Wicked Witch of the East with her feet sticking out from under Dorothy's house.
Willy Dunne Wooters got all the way into the house without breaking any bones. This is going on the blog, I told him.
Then I reminded him about not closing the door, but forgiveness was not required because how could I be angry with such a man?
Ah, Willy Dunne Wooters. I love you so.
Infinities of Wooters love,
I love the line where you say you considered becoming hysterical but decided it wouldn't do any good. Reason doesn't stop most people from getting hysterical so good for you.ReplyDelete
No reason to be hysterical with a manly man around.Delete
Hah!! Through the window... Awesome. I did that once. My family was out of town for 2 weeks when it happened. I was a young agile high school girl, but there was no spare key or young man to call. It was all just me. Searching every window, I was lucky to find one, just one unlocked. I found myself a garden stake, pried off the screen, and slipped inside thanking the Lord I didn't have to go crash at a friends house until my parents came home.ReplyDelete
WDW and I are most definitely no longer in the young and agile category.Delete
Sounds like you two had quite an adventure!ReplyDelete
Life is an adventure for us.Delete
You may not have a key handy, but a camera? Always.ReplyDelete
That WDW is a useful toy to have around.
He's a great toy boy.Delete
LOL! Janie, you have a 'way' of saying things! But that makes sense considering.........ReplyDelete
happy you got back in the house!
Thank you, Jim!Delete
I can think of a worse scenario, Janie Junebug. Picture this. You awake just before dawn and go outside in your birthday suit to fetch the Jax Sunday News which was carelessly tossed in the bushes by that dang paperboy. You accidentally stub your toe on a garden gnome and yelp in pain. WDW, wearing only HIS birthday suit, hurries to your rescue. The door slams just as the first rays of sunlight stream across Atlantic and neighbors come to their windows to see what all the ruckus is about.ReplyDelete
The neighbors might have upset stomachs if they saw us sans jammies.Delete
My kids have had to "break into" the house and or neighbor's house on so many occasions it's hysterical. I finally bit the bullet and got a programmable key pad for the back door. Now, as long as the batteries don't die.... because if they do, we are screwed.ReplyDelete
Maybe there's a dry place outside where you could keep extra batteries?Delete
If it happens again, I want pictures!!ReplyDelete
It had better not happen again.Delete
Well-told story about a modern-day Don Quixote. What's not to love about that?ReplyDelete
Blessings and Bear hugs!
I guess I'm Dulcinea.Delete
WDW never forgets his manners.Delete
LOL! I had to climb into a kitchen window once that was a high, skinny, crank-out over the kitchen sink! Half way through I got this vision of what I must look like (thankfully to nothing more than birds and squirrels), started giggling and couldn't stop. Just hung there with my ass jiggling in the breeze and tears dripping into the sink. WDW is quite a guy!! :)ReplyDelete
He certainly is. I'm grateful that he didn't let me climb through the window. I'd be a bruised and battered mess if I had.Delete
I think your adventures would make a fine weekly tv series- as much fun to keep up with as DA!ReplyDelete
Oh, but we don't have a Dowager Countess.Delete
Manly men can come in handy. Good you considered becoming hysterical. I love that you were able to be that sensible.ReplyDelete
Getting upset would have made it worse.Delete
Lucky you had him there. I would have just kicked in the door.ReplyDelete
I don't think either one of us could kick in a door.Delete
One of my favoritist stories ever. Philly Done Hooters is tiling the bathroom floors, and unless he wants to squeeze through the 1-foot opening from the closet to the laundry, he's going to have to work backwards so he doesn't tile himself in. I think greasing him up and sliding him through the laundry opening sounds like more fun!ReplyDelete
Grab the Crisco!Delete