Yesterday we attended a birthday party for a cute little four year old girl who lives up the street. She decided that she wanted a costume party for her birthday and so many people, adults and children, obliged. The 2 Things went as Optimus Prime, Doc went as a soccer player, and I , of course, went as a witch. Not too much of a stretch there. The hosts of our party were a cow lady and a smarmy 80's guy. The smarmy 80's guy lived up to his role in ways in which I will not go into. Dude, you know what you did.
As usual the Lissfull family was almost the first to arrive and the last ones to leave. In true 4 year old fashion, the little girl got lots of dress up stuff, including those fabulous plastic high heeled numbers that they get. As the night was winding down, Smarmy went downstairs at the request of his little princess and was carrying her down the basement stairs. On the way down, Smarmy got caught up on one of those fabulous little shoes that was left on the stairs, one leg went one way, one went the other and down he went. From upstairs we heard a thud and a quiet grunt. As we get to the stairs we see him sitting at the bottom quietly swearing. Doc, Cowlady and another friend rushed down the stairs to assess the situation. Everyone was standing there looking at him, Doc was moving around a little checking things out, and Smarmy was still quietly swearing and asking the princess if she was okay. She was fine and so I shouted down to Doc, "HEY, Doc, medic! Let's go!" At which point his army medic training kicked in and he started ordering everyone around to help smarmy. They managed to get Smarmy upstairs. He was a lovely shade of green and starting to go into shock from the pain. He was incredibly gracious and quiet for someone who clearly was in so much pain. A trip to the emergency room revealed an ankle broken in two places and a broken fibula. Smarmy is currently living in the land of vicadin, and is out of commission for a while, I would assume.
Doc, meanwhile was inspired and reminded of his army days when he was the medic and everyone called him Doc. So there we have a new name, and a damaged neighbor. None of us will ever forget the Princess's fourth birthday.
3 comments:
I think this may be the first time I've laughed in the past 24 hours, although I'm not sure how much I like being referred to as "cow lady." I'm exhausted from care-taking today, but reluctant to go to bed, as finally, finally, I have a few moments to myself!
Thanks for brightening my day, Lissful!
j
We can change your name too, we're flexible in the land of Lissfull...but Smarmy will always be Smarmy after his behavior =).
I was not at all quiet when I broke my ankle in two places. The most sudden and excruciating pain I've felt in my life. At least in child birth the pain builds and you're somewhat expecting it. Man, crutches in December in NE. That sucks.
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