Snow and Ice

It is getting to be that time of year again. The nights are getting cold and the snow is starting to fall. Every year I tend to fall on my rear. This is also the time of the year that Jesse ends up on his rear too, so at least I am not alone. So far I have managed to stay up right,  Jesse has not been so lucky. I will have to tell you of my fall last year, since I lack a fun falling story for this year. Than I will tell you of Jesses fall.

While walking with Jesse from my class, I noticed that there was ice everywhere.  I only being in cork bottom slippers (they were cute shoes.) realized that I was going to be in trouble. Earlier that day I had already managed to dump my school books into a puddle which made me late to class. Jesse came by to see if I was okay, after hearing of my backpacks protest to the many heavy books that I had placed in it.  As I took the first step from the safety of the building I felt like a calf on ice. My legs went stiff as I gingerly walked beside Jesse. Doing the zombie shuffle we attempted to go to my car. When suddenly my legs went out from under me and I fell on my butt.  Jesse was taken by surprise as I vanished from his eye site. Taking a quick look around he began to laugh at my misfortune. While still laughing and appologizing he helped my to my feet and we walked to my car.

                This year Jesse was the one to be taken out by the ice. Trying to be a good boyfriend Jesse was cleaning the snow off of my truck. I was sitting in the warm truck, making sure it stayed warm for him.  He had finished the front of my truck and moved on to the back. Still trying to warm myself up I huddled closer to the heater and continued to amusedly watch him. The little back window of my truck wasn’t much of a view as I would have liked. It was however, enough for me to see one arm go up and a leg go up as he fell on the ice. With a thud he landed on his rear. Being concerned as I was I mumbled poor Chico and stayed in my seat. It was cold outside and he would be inside in a moment. When he came into the vehicle he had scratches and cuts all over his hands.

Balto In The Emergency Room

After my attempt to drive, with the side of my car on the pavement ended badly, I had been promptly been taken to the Emergency room in the back of an ambulance. I was driving home when I over corrected and rolled my car. I than  jolted Jesse from his sleep with a frantic call saying I had wrecked my car. In a flash he rushed to the wreck and then rushed to the hospital.  Jesse was let into my room after constant harassing of the nurses from both my end and his.  Rushing to my side I was overwhelmed with happiness.  I however soon realized that I had to pee, really bad.  My eyes were floating and I was about to burst.  Being the good guy he was he raced out and grabbed a nurse who swiftly, at the speed of turtle, got a bed pan under me. My problem being solved I realized that I was about to wet the bed in front of my boyfriend. That concept never really hits you till you are actually about to open the flood gates. Trying my hardest I couldn’t let a drop out. Eventually out of fear of bursting my bladder I asked him to leave.  When he came back into the room I requested that he should read me a book. He began picking out a book to read. In Todd style he picked the little kid book to read. Opening the book, and reading I was lulled to a half sleep by the familiar story.  

An Accidental Mohawking

  The other day I discovered why I should not leave Jesse alone.  I was sleeping before I had to go to work when I recieved an alarming text. "I'm going to give myself a haircut."... That should have been my que to go over and direct him to the nearest barber. I ,however, thought I would see how it played out... When I got the next text I knew it was to late. "Already messed up". Which was soon followed by, " You are always going to love me right". With that I was preparing for the worst thoughts of initials on the back of his head and zibra stripes on the side flooded my head. At that I had him come over to see the damage. He arived with a hat covering the the disaster that took place but a few minutes before, which he playfully refused to take off. Sporting a childlike smile he manuvered away from my every attempt to take the hat off. Until I convinced him to help make dinner, I cornered him into a small place with me and distracted him just long enough to tip the hat off and behold his hair cutting damage. I burst out in laughter and soon agreed to help shape his attempt at a mowhawk. Once it was finished I have to admit it looked rather good on him.