Hm. Maybe I should pull harder, I thought to myself.
I pulled harder. Nothing. I reared back and YANKED.
Suddenly I found myself arse over teakettle rolling backwards through the front yard, door handle in my hand. I jumped up (that's what adrenaline will do for you - normally I have to grumble and groan and use something to pull myself up) and brushed off my behind. I looked around to ascertain that nobody was around to see this. Whew.
I walked up to the van to see that I had pulled the entire door handle off of the van - and it had even warped the metal where it came out.
So what did I do? I called my Mom. "Mom, you're not going to believe this. I just pulled the door handle off of the Van!" Somehow she believed it. "How did you manage that?", she asked.
Uh, I'm an idiot? I said, "I have no idea. I really didn't even pull it that hard."
Yeah, right.
1 comment:
Oh dear, but I had to laugh at the looking around to see if anyone saw you part. As someone who often has those moments I can totally relate to it! haha
It is good to see you back blogging again, I just needed to re think how I blogged. I was going to always put the links onto fb so you could have joined up to see it anytime, but it didn't work out like I thought it would so I opened it back up to all. Logging in to see your own blog was a real pain.
I shall have to add your other blog to my list, I haven't been keeping up well lately, but do feel more bloggy (if that makes sense) now. :)
PS - hope you get your handle fixed soon. :/
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