I broke yet another chair. At least this time, I got pixers!
I had just come back in from the kitchen after having a snack, and plopped down on my chair like I always do, and *CRUNCH* *CRACK* *CREAK* *BAM* My butt is planted on the seat, but the seat is sitting square on the floor. The legs had buckled, and it went over and down like a tree falling in the forest. The seat even split.
As I was getting up I destroyed what was left of it.
It all splintered and the wood creakily complained. I had to put almost all my weight on it as I climbed to my feet. *sigh*
I was so lucky my legs were out in front of me, rather than wrapped around the feet of my chair like I usually keep them. I coulda broked somefin!
It was a mess. I'm almost glad Tommy wasn't home when it happened. He'd have been screaming like a girl.
He worries so much about me getting hurt because of my orthopedic issues. I fall alot to...which isn't fun, but I'm used to it. I always aim for the floor with my butt. How can I miss?
He still worries, but it's not like he can't leave the house. I was sending him on a noble mission anyway. I needed icecream, candy, and cheese danishes..pronto! Oh, and milk for my cereal. I get cranky when I haven't had my cereal.
Once he got home, I had him grab the camera quick. I'd already gotten up and was reading my Star magazine when he came in. I said, "Hunny, you just got to come see what I did!" His jaw dropped and he grabbed the camera. Then after he took some pics and cleaned up the mess, he found me a new chair. We keep a few handy. I brake them way too much to limit how many we keep in the garage.
I'm sitting on another cast iron framed chair now. I hope I don't bend the legs on this one like I did the last one. I just knew that wooden chair wouldn't last me long. It doesn't matter how tough furniture seems...it doesn't hold up to the damage I can inflict on it.
I'm not only heavey, but I'm rough with my weight. I'll just plop right down on the bed even, hoping it will buckle under me. I mean, if it can't handle me body slamming it, then it sure as hell can't handle my weight when I'm even more ambitiously bouncing on it.
I've obliterated a few perfectly good beds and almost countless chairs. I'm so proud that I could finally capture it to share.
Love and CandyKisses to all!
*Seriously ... Right now, I feel like a one woman wrecking crew...*
One more pic of me sitting in my new chair...lets see if I can break this baby! *giggles*
I had just come back in from the kitchen after having a snack, and plopped down on my chair like I always do, and *CRUNCH* *CRACK* *CREAK* *BAM* My butt is planted on the seat, but the seat is sitting square on the floor. The legs had buckled, and it went over and down like a tree falling in the forest. The seat even split.
As I was getting up I destroyed what was left of it.
It all splintered and the wood creakily complained. I had to put almost all my weight on it as I climbed to my feet. *sigh*
I was so lucky my legs were out in front of me, rather than wrapped around the feet of my chair like I usually keep them. I coulda broked somefin!
It was a mess. I'm almost glad Tommy wasn't home when it happened. He'd have been screaming like a girl.
He worries so much about me getting hurt because of my orthopedic issues. I fall alot to...which isn't fun, but I'm used to it. I always aim for the floor with my butt. How can I miss?
He still worries, but it's not like he can't leave the house. I was sending him on a noble mission anyway. I needed icecream, candy, and cheese danishes..pronto! Oh, and milk for my cereal. I get cranky when I haven't had my cereal.
Once he got home, I had him grab the camera quick. I'd already gotten up and was reading my Star magazine when he came in. I said, "Hunny, you just got to come see what I did!" His jaw dropped and he grabbed the camera. Then after he took some pics and cleaned up the mess, he found me a new chair. We keep a few handy. I brake them way too much to limit how many we keep in the garage.
I'm sitting on another cast iron framed chair now. I hope I don't bend the legs on this one like I did the last one. I just knew that wooden chair wouldn't last me long. It doesn't matter how tough furniture seems...it doesn't hold up to the damage I can inflict on it.
I'm not only heavey, but I'm rough with my weight. I'll just plop right down on the bed even, hoping it will buckle under me. I mean, if it can't handle me body slamming it, then it sure as hell can't handle my weight when I'm even more ambitiously bouncing on it.
I've obliterated a few perfectly good beds and almost countless chairs. I'm so proud that I could finally capture it to share.
Love and CandyKisses to all!
*Seriously ... Right now, I feel like a one woman wrecking crew...*
One more pic of me sitting in my new chair...lets see if I can break this baby! *giggles*
