I promised a friend of mine I'd tell you all this story because it's one of the best examples of where laughing at yourself is mandatory. If you get a giggle out of it so much the better because I hate laughing alone - especially when I am the joke. I should tell you all ahead of time that I have Multiple Sclerosis and, while I'm not doing too badly, my coordination usually leaves something to be desired...

Anyway.....

One morning I went into my kitchen to unload the dishwasher. Everything was going fine until I noticed a spoon which had somehow jumped the basket and was lying on the floor of the dishwasher. It looked like it might get lodged in the washer blades on the next load so I bent down to get it out. I'm not sure if I lost my balance or stepped on the hem of my nightgown, but I fell in head first hitting my head on the very back.

(At this point it's important to note that I happen to have two large, playful and, though it pains me to admit it, somewhat stupid dogs. One is a Husky named Bandit and one is a Lab mix named Kacie. Both weigh approximately 70 lbs.)

As I was slowly backing out of the dishwasher (those prongs hurt!) I was joined inside by Bandit. He was wiggling his body in as far as it would go to see what new "game" Mom was playing, effectively wedging me inside. I tried to get him to go lie down but each time I tried to move he'd wiggle in a bit more and start licking my face!

At one point he moved just enough to allow me to back out a bit when, suddenly I felt a cold nose up my butt! OH NO! Kacie had come to check out what we were up to! Each time I tried to back out, Kacie would push me back in with her freezing cold nose and then Bandit would wiggle further inside - wedging me in even tighter!

I have no idea how long this went on, but it felt like hours. I couldn't move! I was being prodded from behind by the "Ice Nose from Hell" and being kissed lavishly by the furball in the dishwasher! I could hardly breath from laughing (and fur inhalation) and couldn't figure a way out of my situation.

Luckily (?) my husband Joe had forgotten some papers at the house. His return caused both dogs to abandon our "game" in order to properly greet him at the door. When he saw me with my butt in the air and my head inside the dishwasher he, knowing the messes I get myself into, cautiously asked what I was doing. I managed to stop laughing long enough to say "retrieving a spoon" while pulling bits of fur off the prongs.

He gave me a puzzled look, decided he really didn't want to know, and went back to work....

Insurance companies will site all sorts of statistics telling you how most accidents that people have happen in the home. I for one believe them. :)