Thursday, July 7, 2011

How The Chair Became Short

Okay, yesterday I posted a pic of my newly remodeled chair. It looked exactly like this:



And yes, if you look closely you can see paint smudges from where I used it as a ladder while remodeling the basement. It's just that kind of chair.

Several peeps out there wanted to know how the chair ended up in pieces on the floor. So, by popular demand, this is how it went down.

It involved a 4th of July parade, a red balloon, helium, a seven-year-old girl, a forty-something-year-old man, a tired mother, and an completely innocent fourteen-year-old boy. Oh, and gravity. Gravity is the real culprit. Not me. Really.

So, we went to the parade and melted in the sun...er I mean cheered for the floats, and the football team, and boy scouts, and the candy throwers, and the person handing out helium-filled red balloons--but especially the person who handed out fans. Ahhhhh best part of the parade. Did I mention the melting? Gotta love the fourth.

Anywho, Kid D got a balloon. Fast forward through bbqs, and fireworks, and the impromptu campout in the rain to when we got back home, tired and dirty and tired. Oh and tired. Kid D, who loved her red balloon, lost her grip and the thing floated up to the ceiling.

Enter the forty-something man, aka my sweet hubby, and the chair with a history of being a ladder. Yup you guessed it, crack. The back leg broke. We stared at it, and in my sleep deprived state I said, "I'll just shove it back together and try to fix it in the morning."

So I did. I even tucked the chair under the table like a good mommy should.

The morning came, but I forgot about the chair. Kid B, who knew nothing about the faulty leg, came up for breakfast and ended up sprawled on the floor with a pretty stunned expression on his face. Let it be known, I did not laugh. Promise. I just mumbled something like, "Stab me in the eye." Then I helped him up and took a pic of the chair. See, I'm very motherly. And gravity really is to blame, not me. You believe me, right?

Anywho, there you have it. See why I posted about the Phantom TV Watcher instead? Does anyone else want to request a blog post? Anyone? Anyone? Really, I'm open to suggestions.

And no, this doesn't have anything to do with writing.

Leisha Maw

5 comments:

Crystal Collier said...

Gravity. =)

Cherie said...

Poor kid B, he didn't stand a chance.

Irene B. Gardner said...

I, for one, am so pleased that you posted this Short Chair blog. It just keep hiding in the corner of my mind and wouldn't let me alone. Soooo, thank you, my dear Leisha.

I think I had a chair like that ... say, 40-50 years ago. I inherited my short chair. It got scraped back and forth on the basement floor, until it was about four inches shorter than when I got it. Of course, it didn't 'scrape' equally.

'Nuff said.

Love ya,
Irene

Irene B. Gardner said...

It just KEPT hiding ...

LeishaMaw said...

Crystal, indeed. :)

Cherie, nope, the poor kid was doomed to crash.

Irene, I think we've all had a chair like that. Kid A and I finished this one off in the driveway today so it would fit in the garbage can. And I'm glad I could set your mind at ease. :)

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