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It's been one of those days.

Yes, I did say a few of those words.  Mill marks in
this drywall set the scene for a twisted, chaotic
kind of horror.  I am glad it broke before I got
out on the high plank, much higher and longer
than the one you can see beyond me in the
photo.  Those planks have a tendency to bounce
when you walk on them.  I so hate falling from
high places and blowing out my knee or breaking
bones, because regardless I have to continue
working.  I like to get paid so there is no room
for pain.

I can just imagine the headline, “Wife Breaks
Husband’s Neck After Breaking His Fall.”

I am sure some of you are thinking a lot about
Halloween, haunted houses, costume parties,
and even scary movies right now.  Well guess
what, there is something a whole lot more
horrific lurking at my house right now.

When I got home from my 10 hour day of
hanging drywall, I found my wife standing in
our bedroom looking at her feet.  She wore a
rather hot looking red spike heel shoe on her left
foot and an old dirty sneaker on her right.  What
was worse, her closet door was wide open (this
is new.)  I know I have never looked in there
before.

My mouth fell open, and our new dog who stood
happily up on the bed licked my tongue.  No,
that is not the scary part, stick in here with me
while I finish.

There were no clothes in the closet, but it was
heaped with shoes and boots of every shape,
color and texture imaginable.  I am certain she
had at least 2 of every style known to woman
kind in there.

My face must have drained of color, because the
dog howled, then rolled over and played dead.  I
was trying not to show my terror at the unknown
expense of all those shoes.

“What’s for di-dinner?” 

“I don’t know.”  She slid off the red shoe.  “But I
baked a dark chocolate espresso cake.  That’s
what I’m having.”

Copyright 2010, by Glenn Raymond.