I got my head stuck in the dryer today.
That is not a misprint.
While reaching way in the back for that last wayward sock, my hair, which has gotten very long, became caught on some part of the door mechanism. When I backed out to stand up, it got even more firmly tangled. I could go neither forward nor back and so much hair was caught that I couldn't even tear myself loose. It was either laugh or cry.
So I laughed.
Luckily, my husband was at home this morning, and was able to come to my rescue. Even though he gave me a look that said he seriously doubted my ability to function without assistance. I just reminded him of the time that he super-glued both of his hands to his tongue, and that was the end of the looking.
Shouldn't I be getting paid for producing all of this wonderful entertainment for the world?
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Oh, no! That's terrible!
But I did have to laugh. You'll have to remember this incident and tell your grandkids someday.
oh my GOODNESS! That's hilarious! And the mental image of a grown man with both of his hands superglued to his tongue brought a fine chuckle. :-)
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