Today, while on the job, during an Idaho 50mph windstorm, Brandon was taken out by a porta-potty.
I do not lie.
The wind picked up a blue room and chucked it at my husband knocking him flat on his back and pinning him beneath it.
In his own words "Luckily Shaun was there and we got it off me before it started oozing."
Lucky indeed.
Events like this need to be posted for posterity's sake.
Take heart Brandon, the irony of today's event wasn't lost on me. Because, after all, isn't that exactly what harvest feels like: being smacked to the dirt by a 300 lb outhouse.
Brandon wasn't hurt, btw, because "he's super strong."
And, in case you were able to make it through this short paragraph without laughing out loud, Cooper would like to offer the following facts:
"Porta-Pottys are so way funny because they are all the way so full of pee and poop!"
Crying because I'm laughing so hard! Glad that it was lifted off of you before it oozed, but it really would've made it more hilarious if it did ooze. XoXo
ReplyDeleteOh, that was funny! Poor Brandon, glad he wasn't hurt, but oh, so funny!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness DEFINATELY a good lol!!! Glad Brandon's ok:) and didn't come home stinky:)
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