Saturday, June 4, 2011

Disaster Zone Warning!

#1 likes to have night time prayers in her bedroom at lights out. Good so far. Tonight I went in there after lights out and narrowly avoided (thanks Jesus) being killed to death or worse.

She has a little round perforated plastic bucket thing, to hold about two pecks worth of dirty clothes. There is a 15" round rim on top of the bucket. Said rim was open toward the door of her room.

Take one step in the room and transfer your weight onto the rim of the laundry basket. Basket is now locked to the floor by your mass. Take another step and you are now officially off-balance, when your stepping foot catches the rim of the basket which is locked to the floor. This is where I stopped, backed up, and started straightening up her room in the dark.

Larry, Curly, Moe, or Shemp would have fallen forward onto a metal folding chair in the middle of the room. The hand they extended to catch themselves as they fell would have caught in the metal pins of one of these. Nice, right? Then as they stood up, the same grasping hand would have knocked the towel off the end of her bed, into a hula-hoop standing by the bed, scaring the cat who clatters against the bed as the cat takes off in terror. Who needs a burglar alarm.

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