Monday, January 27, 2014

FUNDAY WITH WILLY DUNNE WOOTERS

Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,

Yesterday was Funday, not Sunday.

Willy Dunne Wooters and I awoke early, as always, and went to church. *snort* We attended the contemporary service and then stayed for the traditional service. *double snort*

All this snorting means we stayed in bed, as we always do. That's where what Willy Dunne Wooters said would happen actually done happened. Remember the post when WDW (always makes me think of WMD, Weapons of Mass Destruction) said that we can't get down on the floor for some fun because we wouldn't be able to get back up? I know. TMI. You can read the post HERE if you missed it or can't remember it, though I don't know how you could forget the ick factor of sex amongst the elderly.

Anyway, we were in bed, and afterwards, I got cold. I couldn't pull up the flannel sheet and the blanket because Willy Dunne Wooters has this special talent for getting his rump on top of them when we play Twister in bed. Here I am, freezing to death in Florida, wearing my birthday suit, and I can't have any covers.

Roll over, I told WDW. He did. It's wasn't enough.

Farther, I told WDW. Still couldn't get those covers out from under his cute little butt.

I NEED COVERS, I told WDW. He rolled even farther, and rolled right out of the bed and onto the floor.

I had the good grace to ask him if he was hurt before I started laughing. He was fine, so we laughed like the maniacs we are; but Willy Dunne Wooters couldn't get up. "His" side of the bed is close to a wall. He was boxed in between the wall and the bed, and it took him forever to crawl backwards enough so he could turn and grab the bed and pull himself back up. While he was fooling around on the floor, I pulled up the covers.

We had another adventure late in the afternoon on Funday, but I'm going to tell you about it some other day when I can't think of a post. Yeah. Like I never have something to say.

Willy Dunne Wooters in church yesterday.



Infinities of love,

Janie Junebug

34 comments:

  1. Aww, at least you guys can laugh about it. Having humor about things just makes life better.

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  2. OK...I laughed out loud when I read he fell out of bed. I'm warped.

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    1. If you're warped, then I'm warped. I laughed so hard I thought I'd never stop. Fortunately, he laughed, too.

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  3. I bet you pushed him out. Just so you could laugh about him straining to get back in.

    Selfish that’s what you are. Such a handsome boy as him, pure as the driven snow. And so pious.

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  4. Hope you two stay warm! It's going to get even colder.

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    1. It was beautiful today. Probably close to 80, but it's chilly as soon as the sun goes down.

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  5. LOL glad you both came out alive! And most importantly you got the covers :P

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    1. He has this weird way of wrapping himself up in the covers as if he's in a cocoon. I have to fight for my share of the blanket. Good thing he's not here every night. I'd never get any rest.

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    2. That sounded pretty naughty, didn't it?

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  6. Not the kind of tight wedgie I imagined--ROFL!! ;) ;)
    So good to laugh together.

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  7. Hehehehehe....classic! Once Eddie got wedged between the end of the mattress and the footboard. And yes, I laughed my ass off. Then I rescued my little dog.

    -andi

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    1. If my dogs got stuck, they'd have to unstick themselves. No way can I lift those monsters.

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  8. Hi, Janie Junebug! Please forgive my tardiness. Your post, obviously published yesterday, didn't appear in my reader stream until a few minutes ago. I swear!

    I also ask you to be patient with me because I am not as sophisticated as your other readers and not always sure I understand what you're writing about. Near as I can tell you like to wear your birthday suit when you go to church with your friend WD-40. Since you missed midnight mass, you got up early for sunrise services. If he wound up on the floor I reckon you folks must be Holy Rollers. Toodles!

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    1. You are welcome whenever you arrive. Your comment is very funny, too.

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  9. Now aren't you the sneaky covers grabber!

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  10. I don't care about your age, a naked woman in my bed ain't gonna stay cold for long.

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  11. WDW looks pretty damn good for an old geezer!!

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    1. His good looks are only part of his appeal.

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  12. So easy to go down, so hard to get up. Now I just thought about deleting that, but I won't.

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    1. I'm glad you didn't delete it. It's wonderful.

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  14. That sounded like Franklin. New Bog. I mean Blog.

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    1. Franklin and I have similar writing styles. What new blog?

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  15. Where am I? I have been spammed!!??
    LOL!
    Janie, you are one funny lady!!

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    1. Why did you think you were spammed? Did you leave another comment that never showed up? I have comment moderation enabled, so your comments will never appear until I click on publish. And thank you for saying I'm funny.

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  16. Men can be right bedding hogs....................although falling out of bed is funny

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    1. WDW wraps himself in the covers like a baby in swaddling.

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  17. Wait, he tried to be accommodating, and in the process threw himself off the bed, and was mocked for his efforts? Instead of telling him to roll over, maybe snuggle up.

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  18. Even if he rolled over, his butt would still be on the covers and I'd be cold. Snuggling doesn't warm my feet.

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