We were minding our own business,
Contentedly sitting on a log,
When a fifteen-pound, wood juggernaut
Hurtled toward me and the dog.
Hubby had foolishly tossed it
Down that steep, rocky hill,
Hoping it would follow the path
To land at the fire pit, still.
It deflected halfway down;
That's when instinct took over...
I did a quick, martial arts block
(While the dog dove behind me for cover).
I only got a nasty bruise
On my right forearm,
But the large, left thumb joint
Received a bit more harm.
Needless to say, I'm displeased
With Hubby's 'city slicker' mind;
If he doesn't learn to 'rough it',
I will have to kick his behind!!
A.K. Garrigus
August 8, 2005
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