Dudette and I were out in the garage talking the other night.
While out there, a moth...or something...landed on top of my head. I flipped my hand at it...yes, my good hand...to chase it off.
No dice. I could feel it up there moving around.
So, I waved at it some more. All motion stopped, so I thought I got it to move.
Newp. Little monster started up again as soon as I was back in a relaxed position.
Waved around again. A little more violently this time. Even patted my head a bit to make sure.
Dudette looked at me and said it was gone. So, I got back in a more relaxed stance again. "Good, it was driving me nuts."
Still looking at me, she said, "Yeah. It's gone. It fell into your sling."
It isn't nice trying to teach an old man to dance that late at night.
Jitter- "bugs" happen.
BTW...it didn't fall into my sling.
Oh this was good. I can see the jitter-bug being performed in your garage. Good one!
Posted by: martie | September 22, 2007 at 10:21 PM
You may need to talk to the doc about taking something to help you keep ahead of Dudette! *G*
That girl has a wicked sense of humor!
Posted by: buffy | September 26, 2007 at 08:31 PM