Years ago my cousin sent me a card that was from the “Deep Thoughts” series of skits on Saturday Night Live. It said:
“If you define cowardice as running, kicking and screaming at the first sign of danger, then yes, Mr. Brave Man, I am a coward.”
That cracked me up.
It came to mind as Paul and I were hauling an old pool cover from behind the garden shed where it had been abandoned by our home’s former owners. I leaped through the air, shrieking, at the sight of several small, gray creatures we soon identified as moles. Safely on a piece of cement I tried to calm down under Paul’s rolling eyes.
Between incoherent mumbling I offered my defense, “Look I know it is irrational but that is the nature of fear…they were wiggling and they startled me!”
Mr. Brave Man just shook his head.
he he he – Mr. Brave Man.
lol! That’s good stuff!
I scream at the slightest provocation. I don’t mean to; I’m just easily startled. I have a friend who likes to take me to scary movies just to watch my reactions. He’s a cruel boy 😉
You are going to develop quite an aversion to that woodshed, aren’t you?
Funny stuff.
Ok, it seems that the Blogger Security Team is delving into the world of Ebonics. The next word verification that came up after I left that last comment was “aaqskem,” as in:
“Does the boy have any homework tonight?”
“I don’t know, I’ll aaqskem.”
well that’s forgivible since it was just your initial response. But, once you realized they were tiny rodents, you probably came to your senses, right?