Where's my camera!

Ok, I'm pretty sure my Hubs is going to be so happy I posted this, but it is too hilarious not to show.

We (and by that I mean Carey) is painting our front porch. He was precariously perched on the railing and stepped down onto the plastic chairs after doing some touch ups...when...I'm not sure what made him think that these flimsy plastic chairs that we have had since we were married were going to hold him but...the chair broke...and down came Carey...and up went the paint.

I was inside. I heard a thud. I thought it was one of the kids upstairs. I ignored it. (good mom!)

Soon, a frantic Carey was at the front door, "HONEY, I NEED HELP NOW!!" Being a good wife, I ran immediately to him...when I opened the door I couldn't help but laugh...out loud...very loud. Not my best move, as he's trying to quickly clean off our siding, porch and windows as the paint is very quickly drying. I wanted to help, so I ran inside to get....the camera. Yes, I'm afraid my first thought was to share this moment with posterity...not to get soapy water to help him. I returned to my husband who is almost covered in white paint and said, "Say cheese!" Let's just say that the first photo I took, he didn't have the cheery smile on his face that you see above.

After much ado, (not to mention the neighbors getting in on the laugh...they thought he was playing a joke on the kids... or shaving, one of the two) it was all cleaned up and Carey was able to see that what happened was REALLY funny, and if it had happened to me....Yes, he would have not been able to help because he would have been laughing his buns off. That's his kind of humor...apparently, it's rubbing off on me...because yesterday...it was mine, too.