Monday, July 31, 2017

Have a Nice Trip, See You Next Fall

Last night I was sitting in my dark basement lair, minding my own business, tickling the keyboard and my own funny bone with some future ideas for fake book reviews...and up in my living room there arose such a clatter that I ran to the bottom of the 13 stairs to see what was the matter.

It was a terrible noise! A bumpity thump thump!

"ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?"

I could see part of Hick's noggin through the stair rails. Not where his noggin should have been.

"Yeahhh. I'm okay."

"What happened?"

"I tripped over your suitcase."

"You're SURE you're okay? Did you hurt your butt again?"

"No. I'm okay. I lost some of my banana."

I guess Hick was crawling around picking up slices of banana that had catapulted out of his bowl of strawberries and bananas that I make for him almost nightly.

Here's the culprit:


Here's the thing. Hick was totally at fault!

That is a cheap suitcase (it does have wheels and a collapsible handle) that I got free with a catalog order. I had planned to take it on Casinopalooza 2, but Hick had a sturdier one that he wasn't going to use, so I left this one behind. When we returned from Casinopalooza 2, I unpacked that very evening, and set my used suitcase beside this new suitcase for Hick to take back downstairs. That's a man's job, by cracky, and not Val's.

Somewhere along the line, the next day, perhaps, Hick took his own suitcase down, and the one that I had used, and left this one on the couch. We don't use the long couch much, as it makes one watch TV at an angle. Hick sometimes sits on it to use the coffee table and eat a quick lunch, if I am in the La-Z-Boy.

When Hick hurt his butt hamstring a few weeks ago, he was in so much pain that he didn't even play around in Shackytown, but came inside and laid down on the long couch. He put the suitcase on the floor, standing up on its wheels, against an end table that is to the right in that picture. There was still almost the full walkway from the kitchen into the living room.

That suitcase has been sitting in that area AT LEAST three weeks. Maybe four. Depends on when Hick hurt his butt hamstring. So...I don't know how Hick lost his senses last night, and rounded that turn without noticing the suitcase sitting there. Maybe he would have tripped over the end table if the suitcase wasn't there. Maybe Hick is a regular Dick Van Dyke coming home to Laura Petrie, falling over an ottoman. Maybe he would have tripped over that wayward thread on the arm of the couch. Who's to know?

Anyhoo...I was kind of worried about Hick. Hick was kind of worried about the bananas. Let the record show that he picked them up off the floor and put them back in his bowl.

The suitcase is still on the couch.


16 comments:

  1. Typical man, Val. Notices the food/boobs/cheap crap for sale. Does he notice what he was supposed to put away weeks ago? No.

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    1. Hick had better not be looking at boobs for sale!

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  2. Maybe in a week or so it will be moved.

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    1. I think you should contemplate changing your name to Pollyanna, as you sit sipping your half-full glass of water.

      (But whatever you do, don't pour out the water that is left!)

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  3. It's a terrible thing, losing one's bananas!

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    1. Indeed. And even terribler is finding a banana peel shoved down in the cushion of a La-Z-Boy, by the dude who lost his bananas.

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  4. Well, as long as he was able to save the bananas, everything is okay. Wonder how much longer the suitcase will sit there?

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    1. I'm going to pick a date of September 6, 2017. You are all welcome to enter the Suitcase Stashing Pool. No entry fee. No prize other than a mention when it happens. I will NOT remind Hick again.

      I WILL be selling a special shampoo for washing your long white beard that you may grow while waiting for the suitcase to be put away.

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  5. Is the couch flat to the floor or can the suitcase be shoved under it? Or shoved out a window? Me? I would have put it away on day one, I can't stand seeing stuff out when it doesn't need to be. Big stuff like suitcases I mean. I'm okay with books and notepads everywhere.

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    1. The couch is too low. Only the front half of shoes will fit under. But books and notepads can fit!

      It's not going out a window. The dogs will have it all over the yard.

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  6. Oh my goodness, all that over spilled milk and banana? There was an episode on Everyone Loves Raymond, about the large suitcase that sat on the staircase for days, maybe weeks. Debra was not going to budge. Then they had a tug of war over it and ended up sprawled on the landing. Almost as funny as All About Hick and Val.

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    1. Sadly, neither Hick nor I care enough to expend energy in such a tussle.

      There goes an episode of The Sitcom of Val's Life. Already been done!

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  7. If Hick says he'll move it, he'll move it; no need to remind him every six months!!

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    1. Yes. I certainly wouldn't want to get the reputation of being a harpy! And besides, it wouldn't be fair to those who enter the Suitcase Stashing Pool.

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  8. Yes putting away suitcases is the mans job, (it is in my house), but nowhere in that job description does it say WHEN the man will put them away.

    Yes I know I would have already put them away, at least he didn't lose any banana.

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    1. Well, you are making me see that we really need to re-write the job description for a man!

      I'm pretty sure that if Hick had dropped something not edible, like the peel, for instance...he would not have been so hasty to pick it up.

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