The little "incident' I'm writing about today happened a while back and the thought of it and the look on his face still cracks me up.
First, let me set the scene for just a minute. We have an open-concept kitchen, family and dining room so anything he gets up to in the kitchen is in plain sight for me whether I'm watching TV, talking on the phone or blog surfing.
So back to our story. Hubby bought himself a huge, juicy watermelon, one of his favorite treats. He goes out to the kitchen one evening during the commerical break of one of his sports shows and cuts himself a huge slab of watermelon and plunks it down on a big dinner plate.
He then turns on his heel to head back to his favorite spot on the couch with his snack and walks by the kitchen light switch where he tries to hit it on his way by. Noticing that he missed the switch, he stops short, backs onto one heel to catch that light switch but guess what happened to that slippery watermelon on his plate?
It kept right on going and off the edge of his plate. Now if it had just landed on the floor, I would have laughed, but no. This big, airborne slab of watermelon dropped with a huge thud into the bottom of our copper wood bucket where it got covered with loose bark and twigs from the wood we used to make the fire in our wood stove that evening.
Do you think I laughed hysterically? Oh yeah, the look on his face with his jaw hanging open, looking down at that empty plate and then into that filthy wood bucket had me doubled over.
Smooches Hubby! I love a good laugh!