Check out the death trap that has formed along the roof line on my house, which just happens to be right outside my back door. Could this be the preamble to "Jenni's Brush With Death Part V?"
I guess you'll just have to stay tuned to find out...
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If you stop blogging for a few days, I'll check your back yard. Leave some sandwiches or something out because I'll be hungry.
I'm scared...
I just had a revelation and think I know how to save you! You'll be looking up, ready to dodge a death-cicle, meanwhile your feet will slip out from under you on the black ice that's formed from the water drops. Your fall will cause just enough imbalance to the deck that the ice will come crashing down all around you, one particularly sharp icicle grazing your ear. You will sit up, amazed to be alive with only a minor cut and a bruised ass and immediately nominate me for psychic idol. I will use my winnings to buy you padded suit and helmet, preventing Part VI, which my mind's eye will have already predicted to involve a large heavy object sometime on or around Jan 21st. You will thank me, but suggest I keep my future comments to a 10 line minimum.
Ah, we are back to the helmet idea, like when Mike Meyers used to play the hypoglycemic boy on the playground...yeah Jenni needs a helmet.
anonymous coward: Thanks for the support...I'm glad I've got someone out there looking out for me!
Sandra: Me too...and yes, I've been told MANY times that I need to incoroprate a helmet into my attire.
Erica/Sunfish: I'm scared...even more so that my fall would be great enough to cause some sort of deck imbalance...and I'm calling in sick Jan 21st.
My mind's eye predicted you would not read with emphasis on the "just enough" part, a level comparable to that of an identical wipe-out by a 10 year old (master of trivial pursuit).
My son's friend just spent 4 hours in the ER after his own brush with death by icicle. I can't believe I played with those all the time when I was a kid and never realized they could take out half your face. Wear a hockey helmet!!
Looks like outside my work except the building is a 20 year old structure with 8 footers hanging above you as you leave saying "would ye stay still please?". They then fall to smash into a million icecubes to trip you up upon your return. Then they whisper "we knew we'd get ya somehow"...
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