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My Family is Staying at my house

Barb

How come every time my family comes to stay at my house something gets broken. Toilet, Gate, Showers does anyone else have this problem or is it just me???

3 Responses to “My Family is Staying at my house”

  1. Franki says:

    Ok, no it is not just you. It is the law of gravity, when ur stressed out, life just gives you more and more gravity,,, I wish gravity would go somewhere else and leave me alone. Ever notice that the phone rings, the dog barks, the door bell rings at the sametime and u r standing there going ‘what do I do?’ Just then, the dinner starts to burn.
    I know when life hands you lemons, ur supposed to make lemonade but sometimes (ok most of the time). I wish life would hand me a juicer and a bottle of vodka with a note that says ‘sorry for all the pulling. Gravity.
    I have no idea if this makes any sense, but it’s my philosophy and here is my solution,,, I read this story and ask myself, who would I rather be right now; him or me.
    If you don’t laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma!
    This is even funnier when you realize it’s real! Next time you have a
    bad day at work … think of this guy:

    Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in
    Louisiana . He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below
    is an E-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to radio station 103.2
    On FM dial in Ft. Wayne , Indiana , who was sponsoring a worst job
    Experience contest.

    Needless to say, she won.

    Hi Sue,

    Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I
    had a bad day at the office. I know you’ve been feeling down lately at
    work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize
    it’s not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I
    first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job.

    As you kn ow, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a
    suit to the office. It’s a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite
    cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered
    >industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water
    out
    of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it
    down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose.
    Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I’ve used it several times
    with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start
    >working,
    is take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This
    floods my whole suit with warm water. It’s like working in a Jacuzzi.

    Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started
    to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse.
    Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my
    back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened.

    The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it
    into my suit. Now, since I don’t have any hair on my back, the jellyfish
    couldn’t stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.
    When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the
    jellyfish into the crack of my butt.

    I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator.
    His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with
    five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.

    Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three
    agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before
    I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression When I
    arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet.
    As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running
    down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on
    my butt as soon as I got in the chamber. The cream put the fire out,
    but I couldn’t poop for two days because my butt was swollen shut.

    So, next time you’re having a bad day at work, think about how
    much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.

    Now repeat to yourself , ‘I love my job, I love my job, I love my
    job.’ Now whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a
    jellyfish bad day?

    May you NEVER have a jelly fish bad day!

  2. May says:

    Barb
    Did you ever think that maybe you are just blessed with a rough family and that is why something always gets broken when they stay at your house.

  3. Brittany says:

    I have the same problem with things getting broke, unfortunately I don’t have in-laws to blame it on.. because more than likely my husband..”Mr. Fix-It” has someone broke it. So usually by the time family arrives its already out of order lol

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