“My middle name is not ‘Grace’.”

We had severe a weather event over the past weekend here in the greater Hotlanta area.
I’m currently staying in the proximity of three women, so we had to ‘prepare’.

There was a chance of a tornado, therefore we made sure that everything was indoors or strapped down.
We (my wife and I )had just bought ‘outdoor’ furniture ( couch, two chairs, and a coffee table) to enjoy the outdoors while parked here. We’ve awnings and an outdoor television, so we’ve set up an outdoor ‘living room’.

All of this furniture had to go
Into the garage 75 yds away.
I’m a smart man, I loaded it all on to the back of ‘The Dude’.
I pulled around to the garage, and began to unload the furniture which is comprised of solid eucalyptus wood slats with cushions.
My darling bride told me to wait for her assistance.
Pbbbt!
I’m a man!
I’m still a strong SOB, I don’t need no stinking help!
I snatched the couch (sans cushions) up over my head and stepped back from the truck.
Except I didn’t.
I forgot about the lower hitch in the receiver.
It hooked me just behind my left knee and I fell backwards on my back.
Still holding the couch up.
The only real issue I had was that my body used the hitch as a fulcrum, because my left foot, wearing a new ‘tennis shoe’, adhered nicely to the concrete. The fall stretched my left calf muscle about 1/4” farther than its maxim.

Yes, I screamed like a little girl.
I couldn’t stand on it or walk on it for about 12 hours.
It’s been several days now, and I can almost walk normal.

You are probably thinking “I guess next time you’ll wait!”
No, I only get to ‘peacock’ so much, even if it’s for a girl, I’ve already caught…😉

Picture: Peacocking…