Over our kitchen island we have three hanging lights. Well, we had three hanging lights. Now there are two. I was upstairs matching socks one night when I heard Matthew come home from work. He had been at work late and I was super excited to see him. Being the awesome child in a semi-adult body that I am when I heard him walk into the kitchen I grabbed a pair of rolled socks and snuck very ninja like down the stairs, I peeked around the corner so I could aim then jumped down the last two steps into the kitchen! "BAM!" I shouted and mid air threw the socks right for Matthew's head!
Unfortunately there was a hanging light in the way.
The WHOLE light came crashing down onto the island breaking a fruit bowl that it landed on. AAAH! It was just a sock!! I yelled!
I don't think we've ever laughed so hard. :)
So, now there are two.
I'm glad this made your top 10! It reminds me of a time Mike and I were playing Truth or Dare Jenga, and my dare was to sit on his lap, so I did, and the kitchen chair broke. Oops! On the bright side - new kitchen table!
P.S. I miss you!
I loved that story when you told it to me, and I love it even more in writing! And I love you!!