On Saturday evening, late, I suddenly remembered I forgot to turn off the sprinklers. As I mosied out of bed to go downstairs and shut off said sprinklers, Jon headed for the bathroom. Because I'm like a Ninja mole in the darkness I didn't feel the need to turn on the lights, but instead feel my way through the inky blackness that we call night.
Jon thinks it may have been the glass of wine at 7:30...or the martini at 4. Regardless, my less than graceful dismount down the stairs (remember that 'thing with the flip?) brought me to the lower level of the house much quicker than is normal. Jon, in his concern, came to check on me and found me in the kitchen, laughing pretty hysterically. His words were, "Are you ok? Because you sounded like a herd of elephants going down the stairs." Nothing says love like comparing your wife to a herd of elephants.
Any-hoo, this morning he sent me this little ditty of a video in honor of my flight down the stairs and I immediately knew I had to share it with my bloggy buds. This video is in French, so let me enlighten you as to what is going on. There is a fruit tree in the desert and all the animals love this fruit and just cannot wait for it to ripen and drop from the tree. Some animals are impatient and help it along in dropping its fruit. As the fruit lays in the hot sun it begins to ferment. You can imagine where I'm going with this.
There are some pretty classic moments in this video and at the end of the day when the monkey reaches for the tree you know his last thought before passing out is "good times friends...good times."
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