<br>Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable because no matter how legitimate my illness, I always sense my boss thinks I am lying. <br><br>On one occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway because the truth was too humiliating to reveal. <br><br>I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day. By then, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on my crown. <br><br>In this case, the truth hurt. I mean it really hurt in the place men feel the most pain. The accident occurred mainly because I conceded to my wife's wishes to adopt a cute little kitty. <br><br>As the daily routine prescribes, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen. &quot;Ed!&quot; she hearkened, &quot;The garbage disposal is dead. Come reset it.&quot; <br><br>&quot;You know where the button is.&quot; I protested through the shower (pitter-patter). &quot;Reset it yourself!&quot; <br><br>&quot;I am scared!&quot; She pleaded. &quot;What if it starts going and sucks me in?&quot; .. . .Pause. . . . . &quot;C'mon, it'll only take a second.&quot; <br><br>No logical assurance about how a disposal can't start itself will calm the fears of a person who suffers from &quot;Big-ol-scary-machinephobia,&quot; a condition brought on by watching too many Stephen King movies. <br><br>It is futile to argue or explain, kind of like telling Lloyd Bentsen Americans are over-taxed. And if a poltergeist did, in fact, possess the disposal, and she was ground into round, I'd have to live with that the rest of my life. <br><br>So out I came, dripping wet and buck naked, hoping to make a statement about how her cowardly behavior was not without consequence but it was I who would suffer. <br><br>I crouched down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing. It struck without warning, without respect to my circumstances. Nay, it wasn't a hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth. It was our new kitty, clawing playfully at the dangling objects she spied between my legs. <br><br>She (&quot;Buttons&quot; aka &quot;the Grater&quot had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I took the bait under the sink. At precisely the second I was most vulnerable, she leapt at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws. <br><br>Now when men feel pain or even sense danger anywhere close to their masculine region, they lose all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements. Instinctively, their nerves compel the body to contort inwardly, while rising upwardly at a violent rate of speed. <br><br>Not even a well trained monk could calmly stand with his groin supporting the full weight of a kitten and rectify the situation in a step-by-step procedure. Wild animals are sometimes faced with a &quot;fight or flight&quot; syndrome; men, in this predicament, choose only the &quot;flight&quot; option. <br><br>Fleeing straight up, I knew at that moment how a cat feels when it is alarmed. It was a dismal irony. But, whereas cats seek great heights to escape, I never made it that far. The sink and cabinet bluntly impeded my ascent; the impact knocked me out cold. <br><br>When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics snorted as they tried to conduct their work while suppressing their hysterical laughter. My wife told me I should be flattered. <br><br>At the office, colleagues tried to coax an explanation out of me. I kept silent, claiming it was too painful to talk. &quot;What's the matter, cat got your tongue?&quot; <br><br>If they had only known.<br><br>****Please note: This did not happen to me, someone else had the bravery to admit to something like this. Not ol' play it safe, in total denial Dave****

 

 

:'( :'( :'(

 

Hehehe...never play leap frog with a unicorn...

 

As I was reading this my wife came over to see why I was laughing so hard. It may be a serious ouch, but is still hilarious. <br>Thanks for making my day!

 

Dave, I hope you are feeling better soon

 

I can't stop laughing.

 

Forgot to ask, what did you do with the kitten afterwards? Did you resist the temptation to 'dispose' of it.

 

[quote author=Mexstan link=board=10;threadid=12805;start=0#121021 date=1048784444]<br>Forgot to ask, what did you do with the kitten afterwards? Did you resist the temptation to 'dispose' of it. <br>[/quote]<br><br>LMAO!!!!!! I still haven't quit laughing.

 

Tooooooooooo funny! :'( tears rolling down my cheeks from laffin' so hard! :'(

 

oh man.. <br>that was painfull to read<br>but funny as...

 

:'(<br><br>Nearly as painful as knowing you bought an inferior Grill when you get home with that paltry Hamilton Beach thing.<br><br>OUCH!<br><br>Dave, I wish you the best. Walk softly and wear loose shorts.

 

Oooooooh Man! You're killin' me here Dave. :'( <br>Too bad it wasn't caught on video. It would be a sure winner on Funniest Home Videos, and Funniest Animal Videos, too. Heck, maybe even Fear Factor. <br><br>CR

 

Hey guys, I have to remind you to read the disclaimer. This was, as many things are, sent through a special site that I belong to. About 75% you never see as they don't meet the &quot;good taste&quot; standard that I personally impose on anything I &quot;pass&quot; along for your enjoyment. Gotta a barrel of em though. Besides, if something like this were to happen to me, several things would have occurred afterwards. 1. I'd never admit it. 2. I'd sure as h-e-doublehockeysticks never admit to any of you. Never give anyone that type of ammo.
3. As to the kitten, the first thing that comes to mind is a declawing!!!!!!!!

~Dave

 

Meow....