Let me Grab my Body

[primsong]

everloyal and friend drove up to visit and as they came up the steps (cajoled in by offers of apple crisp) their question was "Why is there a body in the grapes?"

Oops. Realized I'd left the half-a-body mannequin I use for taking pictures of my Etsy stuff out by the grape arbor. It looked pretty good that morning with the sunlight on the leaves and propped on a bench it made a great display piece, but I'd wandered off for other angles and abandoned it there.

"Let me grab my body," I said apologetically and dashed out to the arbor, faintly hearing a "What did she just say?" from my husband through the open windows. Snagged it and toted it back across the yard, ducking into the kitchen as I went past the doorway to display the black cloth torso in my arms. "This one, I mean," I amended and headed downstairs to put it away.

This time I hear my now thoroughly baffled husband asking "When did I start living in a sit-com?"

"Oh, this place is much better than any sit-coms I've seen," was her friend's reply.

Comments

[estellye.livejournal.com]

I sometimes wish I would think it through prior to saying stuff that sounds strange or could be taken wrong, but I think my friends would miss it if I had a better internal editor. Hehe, your husband sounds fun.

[primsong.livejournal.com]

Isn't that the truth? And he's pretty good if you pump him full of caffeine...he starts juggling things. ;-)