Homer moments

Have you ever had a moment where you felt like Homer Simpson? DOH!

I had one of those this weekend. Ok, if I was completely honest, I probably had about four of them.

Ever worn Crocs (or any flipflops) and walked across a wet concrete floor? Ummm, I don't recommend it. I did that this weekend. Guess where I ended up? On my butt.

I wasn't even graceful about falling down. I was in a hurry and walking quickly through the garage to grab something out of the house. The floor was dry, but I guess there must have been a spot where water had dripped from the car's air conditioning system. Of course - my foot found that very spot. One leg went forward, the other went backward, my arms were flapping everywhere, and I crash landed. DOH!

I started giggling as I got up. Jim had that 'Oh my God, are you ok?' look on his face, and then he astutely looked away like he hadn't seen me fall. Which made me laugh harder. I announced to the world "DANG - DID YOU SEE ME JUST BUST MY ASS??? WASN'T THAT HYSTERICAL?!" He rolled his eyes and grinned and told me to hurry up.

Or how about this one? We were at the park because of the whole hide a letterbox promise. We found the perfect spot under the roots of a tree, on an embankment, slightly off the paved trail, with lots of natural cover. I was hiding the box and Jim was getting rocks to cover the hiding spot. He had climbed down the embankment to get a couple of rocks from the creek and tossed them up to me (of course I MISSED catching them.) Anyway - he got the rocks and then climbed back up. I'm trying to keep my balance and shift the rocks into place. (Did I mention the rocks were the size of my HEAD???)

While I'm manuevering the rocks, I feel something shift in my pocket. My cell phone chose that moment to make a break for freedom. I watched my phone bounce merrily down the embankment, do a couple of really cool looking layout flips in the air (flip phone and it OPENED itself up), and make an awesome dive into the creek. While open. And on. DOH!

I looked at Jim and gave him my best puppy-dog eyes and asked if he would please retrieve my phone from the creek. Amazingly, he had missed the whole thing. He went down the embankment again - grabbed my phone and popped out the battery. I wanted to do the whole "here he comes to save the daaaayyyy" singing thing - but I was too bummed out.

Lucky for me - I had a happy ending. I took the phone completely apart (those little screws are a pain!) and took the hair dryer to it. I made sure it was absolutely dry then put it all back together. Popped the battery back in, said a few prayers, waved a magic wand, sprinkled fairy dust, etc., and turned it on. It WORKED!

WOO-HOO! Now I just need donuts and I'll be completely Homer-ized. Except I won't be bald.