Stuck in a Sweatshirt!

From the bedroom, I shouted to John in his office, “Did anyone say anything nice about me yesterday?”

I’m going to be sexist here, but wasn’t that a stereotypical female question that brings the deer-in-the-headlight expression on a man’s face? He knows he’s doomed, no matter what he answers. Playing for time, he asked me to repeat my question.

From the next room, “Hmmm. Yes. All the time. Why?”

I answered, “I can’t get my head through through this sweatshirt! I must have gotten a swelled head from something!”

We were laughing, not respecting daughter Lise’s visiting right to quiet at dawn. My head finally poked through the neck. I should have quit when I was ahead. No, I pushed on, trying to thrust my left arm where it belonged.

“I’M STUCK!!!” I wailed.

John asked, “Where is a camera when you need one?”

“Use your phone!”

“I don’t know how to take a picture with my phone.”

“Come in here and use my phone!” I shouted.

“I don’t know how to take a picture with a phone.”

I said, “Now is the time to learn. Come on!”

Footsteps came pounding down the hall, and Lise asked, “What is all the laughing about? What am I missing?”

I explained, “I’m stuck, and I’m making Dad take a picture of me.”

John, “I don’t know what to do.”

“Touch the button.”

“What button?”

“Lise, you take it. No! Don’t! He’s got to learn to do it. Touch here, John.”

I didn’t hear the click, so John tried again before handing the phone to Lise. My deranged hair was hanging in front of my face, and I was wearing a goofy expression while waiting. It didn’t help that we were all laughing. In the end, we had three photos to show for our efforts.

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“Somebody please help me get my arm through.” I couldn’t imagine myself making a pie with only one arm in play, not to mention walking to the creek in that position.

Lise asked, “How did you get so tangled up? Here, I’ll pull the back down. There! How’s that?”

“I’m FREE! Thank you!”

Thanksgiving dinner had been rescued.

31 thoughts on “Stuck in a Sweatshirt!

      1. Actually, I’m a little concerned about the turkey. It’s a 20-pounder, and I’ve not cooked one that large before. If it’s a disaster, I’ll put out a spiral-sliced ham we bought the other day. Then I’d have to scramble for dinner the following day, but I’ll cross that bridge if I have to.

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  1. I’m still laughing at this. Yesterday I was at a very posh client’s garden and suddenly started overheating. My zip got stuck halfway down with my arms half out. I was completely helpless! Eventually, the gardener rescued me. I’m now hoping said posh customer does not think me incompetent. All the best and Happy Thanksgiving. Karen x

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  2. Oh Anne! This sounds exactly like something that would happen at my house! I had to laugh that John didn’t know how to take a photo with a phone…..Lar would not either! I have tried to make him learn but he does not want to learn any new tricks.

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  3. Anne, you might have been all tangled up but your smile is gorgeous…and looking at this photo made me happy. I hope you had a good Thanksgiving.

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