Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Who Needs Disneyland?

A few nights before Kelly left Oklahoma to head back to Houston, she took us all out for dinner. She is extremely generous like that. You never want to say you like something or need something because sure enough, the UPS man will be at your house a few days later. Anyway, we all went to Mimi’s CafĂ© and had a great time eating, visiting and laughing as usual. When it was time to go, we realized the infamous Oklahoma wind had kicked in and Kelly had left her jacket in the van. Bob, being the best husband/bro-in-law ever, took his jacket off and slipped it on my sister as she sat shivering in her wheelchair. Finally ready to face the quickly cooling air, I ran to the van, pushing Kelly in front of me. I am not saying I pushed her in a straight line exactly because, well, if I was in a wheelchair I would want it to at least be a fun ride while being pushed so I did unto my sister as I would wish done unto me. She did not appreciate my extreme sense of kindness and willingness to emulate one top notch rollercoaster ride. Some people have no sense of humor.




Anyway, once at the van, we realized Bob had the keys and was nowhere to be found. We also realized his flimsy little windbreaker was not breaking the wind. We came to this realization through hearing Kelly’s teeth chattering during her tirade about me trying to kill her by pushing her off the curb or something along those lines. Whatever. Being the amazingly kind, considerate and selfish, I mean, self-less sister that I am known to be, I took off my heavy coat, wrapped it around my poor, little, shaking, baby sister. That’s when it happened. As I dug through my purse, trying to find an extra set of keys that would hopefully open the van door, Kelly began to slowly roll away. Towards the parking lot. With moving cars in it. As soon as I realized, through her shrieking, what was happening, I turned and made my way to her before she entered any actual danger zone.



“Oh my gosh! You just tried to kill me!”



“Whatever. You’re fine.”



“If I had rolled into that passing car, I could have been killed. What were you thinking?”



“I was thinking I better get my coat back before it gets blood on it. That’s the only coat I own.”



“When is my flight home?”

20 comments:

Two Shades of Pink said...

Hahahahahahaha...there are times you just plain scare me with your idea of fun and humor. But I keep coming back for more!

Brian Miller said...

haha. really you two should have a sitcom...

Ms. A said...

PIP!!!

Delirious said...

I kept thinking his keys were probably in the pocket of the jacket she was wearing. lol

Auntie Cake said...

Marla, I so needed that laugh. And Libbie just better hope she is never in a wheelchair when I am around.

I'm just warning ya Lib...
Kate

Andrea said...

LOL! Better than Mr. Toad's Wild Ride...

Matty said...

You sure do know how to tell a story. But you're not fooling me. Through all the banter, I can see the love between you two.

J.J. in L.A. said...

This is why I hate being pushed! lol!

One of the brothers thinks my chair is a wheelbarrow because that's how he lifts it when going off a curb. I always have a death grip on my chair when he's around.

My man always tips my chair back when he kisses me and says, "That's my version of dipping you." Luckily, I have stoppers on the back so I don't hit the floor. lol!

Bette said...

So real & funny I can just picture you two.

Glen said...

blood on the coat? what about the deposit on the wheelchair? that could have been damaged too!

Katharine said...

Lol! I seriously need to stop drinking coffee when I visit here, that's twice I've spit a mouthful at the screen, I'm gonna need a new computer at this rate!

Sarah said...

I would totally enjoyed that wild ride, but I think Kelly has been tested enough. And I'm not talking about her health. :)

Coby said...

Oh my goodness! Thank you for the laugh, friend!

Teresa - in the Middle Side of Life said...

bwahahahaha! you are too, too much. can i be your sister? i wanna have fun with you.

TechnoBabe said...

Dang, you make me want to have a sister. I have a foster sister and she has always called me sister and her kids call me aunt. You have a good way of describing situations, I could picture the cold and the teeth chattering and the wheel chair moving into the parking lot. Your stories are so funny.

The Duck Herder said...

well, I do believe there has been open and full disclosure about the risks of being cared for by Marla. It's not like people were not informed.


just sayin'.

Deborah said...

You two are seriously adorable.

And I agree, the love in shining out from the two of you.

Mrs. Tuna said...

Yeah sisters, your best friend and greatest foe rolled into one.

Nicole said...

Remind me to move in with you or have you come take care of me when I'm ailing. The idea of a crazed ride through the parking lot in a wheelchair would be just what I need. And you know this.

Love hearing these stories. Love it.

rv backup camera said...

How ungrateful! Lol. Just kidding... that is funny though. Guess not as much from her viewpoint, but I think it's pretty funny. No one was injured, so you can laugh in retrospect...right?

-Jen