Did I Just Blow My Cover? (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jul 09 2017	Views/Reads: 1818/1286	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Life has been rather good to me in many respects. The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I are a wonderful team and have been for so many years; I’m not allowed to say how many.

This month I celebrate another birthday. At my age, I cannot remember
exactly which one but that does not really matter. The number of the 
birthday, in my point of view, does not influence the celebration of 
the birthday. 

Life has been rather good to me in many respects. The Gracious Mistress
of the Parsonage and I are a wonderful team and have been for so many 
years; I'm not allowed to say how many. 

As a team, she can fix anything and I can break anything. That certainly
goes hand-in-hand with life. No matter what I can break, she can fix. 
This has made life rather good. 

Throughout life, I have gone under the ruse that when it comes to fixing
things I am all thumbs and no fingers. I cannot seem to fix anything. 
Of course, if it can be fixed with a hammer I might try. When anything 
goes wrong in our house, I offer to fix it and my wife steps in most 
gallantly and retires me to my easy chair. 

When I try to fix something it usually turns out worse than when I
started. 

I am not sure if I have created this ruse or if I really am “all
thumbs.” 

Regardless of the situation, as long as she can fix it, I'm comfortable
in breaking it. 

Don't get me wrong, I don't break things on purpose. At least, I do not
think I do. At my age, what's thinking got to do with anything? It just 
happens that I have the knack of breaking things. 

Nobody has ever created anything that I cannot in some way break. 

So, life has been wonderful and I hope it continues to be wonderful and
it will be as long as both of us stay to our role in the marriage. When 
I try to take over her spot or she tries to take over my spot, there is 
trouble a' stirring. 

Everything was going wonderfully until something happened this past
week. 

One thing my wife enjoys is mowing the lawn. I am not allowed to ride
the lawnmower and I am not quite sure why at this point. However, if it 
makes her happy, it makes me happy. She spends many happy hours mowing 
the grass. 

It is not so much that I don't like to mow, but she likes to mow much
better than I do and of course, she does a much better job at it. She 
knows how to keep that lawnmower running and if the engine sounds a 
little off key, she knows exactly what's wrong and how to fix it and 
she does. 

My responsibility is to give her a hand whenever I can. When she passes
the front porch, I stand up and applaud as she goes by. It's the least 
I can do. 

Then this past week brought in a new picture. She was mowing the grass
when, unbeknownst to her, she ran over a long dog chain the neighbor 
had somehow got into our lawn. By the time she realized what had 
happened, the chain had twisted all over the blades of that mower. 

She pulled the mower up to the house, turned it off and began repairing
it. The wire was all twisted very tightly around one of the blades 
under the mower. She pulled, yanked and twisted, but nothing happened. 

I walked up to her and said, “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

Without even looking at me she said, “No, I got everything under
control.” 

What I have learned throughout life is never contradict your wife.
That's the recipe for a cooked goose. 

I let her go and about a half-hour later, I noticed the lawnmower was


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