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Some of you who know me will know what I mean when I say I "pulled a 'Sheila' today." The rest of you will after you hear this !
I can turn the most normal, innocent thing into a catastrophic mishap. It takes real talent to do this!!!
Saturday morning, Ron and I took a 90-minute road trip to do an errand. We decided to take Scrappy Jack, our 2-year-old white miniature schnauzer, with us. Cool.
We get to about 5 miles from the destination and Ron pulls off the highway to stop at this little roadside lake - Scrap needed to go pottie. Also cool.
Ron is having fun with SJ running around chasing him, and I can't resist so I get out of the truck. NOT cool.
I walked down to the lakeside near where they were. I walked down this trampled-down grass path onto what looked like hard dirt, about 15 feet from the water. BAD idea. It wasn't hard dirt. It was what I call "QuickMud" - sucking, soaking wet mud with just the very top hard frozen. I took about 4 steps and my left leg suddenly went down over a foot! In about 2 seconds I was up over my knee! I quickly flattened my body out so I wouldn't punch thru with the other leg. Scrappy has meanwhile run up to me and is nosing me gently as if to say "Mommie, get up!!"
Ron saw me go down and of course came running. He went to try and pull me out, and HIS foot went in! Somehow he got his out and managed to pull me out.
Now I happened to have on my "happy" shoes - a pair of Easy Spirits that I couldn't replace if I tried, and they are my most comfortable and safe shoes. The left one was stuck a foot and a half down in the mud! I was determined I was NOT leaving without that shoe!!
Didn't have gloves on, so I just started scooping out mud with my bare hands (Ron yelling at me the whole time to just leave the damned shoe) After about 5 minutes I finally dug it out! Then I carefully turned and crawled out of the mud area on my hands and knees - I didn't dare get up and walk again!!
Lucky we had just eaten McDonald's earlier and Ron had a bunch of paper napkins - he halfway got the mud scooped off of me. Obviously it was black and sticky and stunk of fish, so when the heater warmed me up I smelled BAD.
Also lucky we were just a few miles from our destination! I spent about 20 minutes in the ladies room washing mud off myself and my shoes to the amusement of every woman who walked in there!
It was a long, stinky ride home followed by a very hot bath, and now 12 hours later I am just finding out which muscles are now extremely sore from my little adventure!
So, hope this gave you all a good laugh !!
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