And the pantslessness continues.... Sunday evening was quiet and inconspicuous, as it should be. I began the evening with a bike ride to a semi-locally-famous bridge around town with my nephew. Invigorating and tiring all at the same time. My nephew loves this bridge because, aside from the fact it runs over a frequently used train track, it has both his first and middle names on it. Upon our return, it was time to ready myself for evening services at our church. Little known fact, Methuselah died in the year of the flood.
( Bible reference )Anywho, where was I? Ah yes, after services I was to help the in-laws with moving some furniture; insert creative foreshadowing better than "the
end was near." I have a habit of lifting correctly (from the knees, not the back) which I always saw as a good thing, until. While moving the TV from a raised stand in one room to the floor in another I began strong. All weight was on my legs and I thought things were going well. As I squatted to put the TV down I realized that, while my legs could take the strain, my seam could not handle it.
RIIIIIP! Thar' she blew. As I stood up I remarked to no one in particular "I was afraid this would happen." To which my mother-in-law replied,
"Did you throw your back out?"
Me: *stands, starring blankly* "No"
Wife: "Did you hurt your back?"
Me: *stands, starring blankly* "No"
Wife: "Well? What happened?"
Me: *Turns around and shows*
Wife and Mother-in-law in unison:
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"Thus I was again left without cover.
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