Done dirty by Thomas the Tank Engine

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist

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My karma ran over my dogma

Are you okay? Have you recovered? Can I laugh now? ((((hugs)))) I know
how you feel - we have those wretched Barbie accessories that do it to me
every time. Now the girls know if mummy's vacuuming any toys left on the
floor get sucked up never to be seen again. Typical DH though isn't it?
Tell him it's Thomas' turn to cook dinner, grab a blanky and go lay on the
couch!

--
Sharon From Melbourne Australia (Queen of Down Under)
http://www.geocities.com/shazrules/index.html
Member of the Houston 2004 Party Animals
"NightMist" wrote in message
...

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist

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My karma ran over my dogma

Ooooh...that's gotta hurt! Hope you are recovering well. And how did the
quilt turn out....are all the marks out?

Lorraine

"NightMist" wrote in message
...

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist

--

My karma ran over my dogma

NightMist wrote:

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist

--

My karma ran over my dogma

OW! indeed! Time Thomas retired, the DH was struck dumb, and Ash
learned NOT to pick the lock on the toy box! Have a ((((((HUG)))))) and
some cyber arnica for the bruises!

--
Kate XXXXXX
Lady Catherine, Wardrobe Mistress of the Chocolate Buttons
http://www.diceyhome.free-online.co.uk
Click on Kate's Pages and explore!

Owwww! You poor dear, take a good long hot bath and relax with a nice
cuppa. Keep an eye on that bad hip, hope it's nothing worse that a big
owie.

Karen, Queen of Squishies

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(NightMist) wrote:

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist


You poor thing! I hope it's nothing more than a bruise and that you'll
feel better soon.
--
Sandy in Henderson, near Las Vegas
my ISP is earthlink.net
http://home.earthlink.net/~s-foster

Yeah, but how'd the quilt turn out?

Happy Dancing and dodging the flying barley sugar sticks!

--
Wendy
http://griffinsflight.com/Quilting/quilt1.htm
de-fang email address to reply


"NightMist" wrote in message
...

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist

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My karma ran over my dogma

OUch!
D*mn Thomas, D*mn him all to H*ll!!!
I hope you feel much better soon.
Hugs
Diana

--
Queen of FAQs
Royal Peace Maker
http://photos.yahoo.com/lunamom44
"NightMist" wrote in message
...

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist

--

My karma ran over my dogma

Go ahead!
Laugh at my poor bruised "dignity".
DH cooked tonight, a nice warming stew and fresh bread.
It always makes him want to make a good stew when it snows, which it
did today.

I am mostly recovered, just got the wind knocked out of me and mangled
about a little. A good nights sleep put me to rights.

NightMist

On Mon, 24 Nov 2003 14:09:33 +1100, "Sharon Harper"
wrote:

Are you okay? Have you recovered? Can I laugh now? ((((hugs)))) I know
how you feel - we have those wretched Barbie accessories that do it to me
every time. Now the girls know if mummy's vacuuming any toys left on the
floor get sucked up never to be seen again. Typical DH though isn't it?
Tell him it's Thomas' turn to cook dinner, grab a blanky and go lay on the
couch!

--
Sharon From Melbourne Australia (Queen of Down Under)
http://www.geocities.com/shazrules/index.html
Member of the Houston 2004 Party Animals
"NightMist" wrote in message
...

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist

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My karma ran over my dogma



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My karma ran over my dogma

All the marks came out fine.
A couple of my joins are a little wobbly, but I knew that before I
washed it

NightMist

On Mon, 24 Nov 2003 03:48:11 GMT, "The Brown Family"
wrote:

Ooooh...that's gotta hurt! Hope you are recovering well. And how did the
quilt turn out....are all the marks out?

Lorraine

"NightMist" wrote in message
...

OW!

Here I am quietly minding my own buisness, reading and posting to
usenet, when DH hollers "The washer is done!".

I happily pop up and go fetch our Ash's finally finished quilt out of
the machine and go to hang it up to dry.

I am looking it over as I walk, to make sure all my lines came out.
Ash is trying to climb up my back because he wants his quilt.
Suddenly I step on something, my foot slides and down I go.
All I can recall about the fall, was trying to shove Ash out of the
way, trying not to do a split and being hampered in all of it by
holding on to a big old heavy wet quilt.

Next thing I know is I am laying on the hardwood floor, trying to
remember how to breath, and Ash is sitting holding my head and looking
right into my eyeballs going "bawaji? OK? OK?"

DH said he knew I was OK when I handed him the quilt and waved in the
general direction of the door when he came to a slideing stop next to
me.

I think I'll live.
I also think I wrenched my hip.
I ache!

What was thing I stepped on?
One of those little metal Thomas the Tank Engines of course.
I know I picked all of those wee trains up and put them up not half an
hour before I stepped on him.
At least it wasn't Gordon.

DH is wicked, he is humming "He's a really useful engine you know..."

NightMist

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My karma ran over my dogma



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My karma ran over my dogma