Misadventurous Sarah
My friend Sarah chose a dark, cold night to hang Christmas lights from her roof. She knows that she and ladders are not a good combination. Several months ago she fell off of one and cracked some ribs, but with unstoppable determination she decided to climb a ladder again.
This wasn't an ordinary ladder. This ladder was expandable to three stories and weighed so much that it broke the tiles on Sarah's roof or maybe Sarah broke the tiles herself when the predictable happened. The ladder began to sway and she managed to scamper on to the roof just before the ladder crashed to the ground.
Sarah then found herself stranded on her roof on a cold, dark night. A friend was in the house, but was busy doing other things and was unaware of Sarah's predicament. Sarah began jumping on the roof which got all five dogs barking, but dogs often bark. She remained freezing cold on the roof with no one coming to the rescue. There is a difference of opinion how long Sarah was on the roof, but I'm sure that it felt like an eternity to her.
So Sarah, I have two things to say:
1) Get your own blog, so that you can tell people about your misadventures. (Your telling of the story was funnier than mine.)
2) Stay off of ladders!
6 Comments:
You forgot the part about my butt turning into a giant fatsicle stuck to the roof:)
Oh poor Sarah! That is so scary. I'm glad she's ok. Yeah, she needs a blog.
Hope you're feeling better, Sarah. Next time, dress like Santa. ;)
Thanks, I feel fine now that my frozen buttsicle has thawed, and I didn't fall this time, that was last year. I guess it would have been safer to wear the santa ballgown (and definently warmer than my work scrubs) but it's at the cleaners for the big nite!
I'll the flue in my chimney open. ;)
So Dave, have you been a good boy this year? Santa Sarah only visits "good" boys. ;)
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