Mom always said: Don't play ball in the house!
Well, I'm sitting here on this Thursday morning April 2 - when I should be at work - waiting for a mobile glass guy to come repair, or rather replace my window. It's broken.
It had been cracked for years from one of my boys. Which one? To this day I don't know neither will own up and each blame the other.
Well last night after getting home from work I do what I love to do when I get home from work - play with my dogs - I have three, but really only two play, one is about 14 and can barely stand let alone run after a ball - so he watches.
Anyway, I stand at one end of my living room and throw a tennis ball across the room into the kitchen and these two adorable little Papillon mixes tear off after it. Well the game was progressing pretty fast - and what can I say - I throw like a girl, so I heaved the ball -- right into and through our living room window.
I wonder how many bugs now call my home their own?
So instead of flipping on TV (which I would LOVE to do) I thought I would take another crack at this blogging thing.
I have never received a response so chances are no one is reading it - but I'm really not one to give up.
So now that I've dropped a HUGE hint. maybe some one will write back and let me know if they've ever done some thing as lame as me.
Gotta go - I think I just heard a vehicle stop outside my house.
Diana:)
Hi Diana!
I would have commented sooner, but just discovered your blog! Very entertaining!
You are not alone in the lame catagory, specifically in the broken glass subset. I once had a passenger car window shot while my car was parked at my place of employment. The glass shattered, but stayed intact in the frame. (Long story, but it involved a car mistaken identity by a co-worker's scorned lover--this place was like a walkin', talkin' soap opera!)
Anyway, as I waited (and waited) for the police to arrive, it started getting colder. So, like an idiot, I opened the door with the broken glass, got out my jacket, then slammed the door closed. Needless to say, many laws of physics came into play and the window frame quickly cleared of any pieces. So much for bullet hole evidence.
Broken Glass Dorks, unite!
Hey Judy,
Thanks for sharing!!
I feel much better knowing there are others who've have struggled with "pains in the glass"!!:)
Diana
Hi Diana;
I am so surprised that I am not the only one with a glass problem. When my son was 3 he was just starting to play baseball. He had a good arm and was playing catch with my husband outside. Needless to say, he missed the target and the ball came flying through the kitchen window. We patched the hole up with screen because it was in the middle of summer. However later that year, they were playing catch in the living room and the ball went flying out the kitchen window, breaking whatever glass that was left. At that point, I did not have a choice but to replace the glass and all my husband could say is " I hope he makes it to the major league" Go figure! I was ranting and he was proud that his son had a good throwing arm.
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