The saga of the dumbells
My husband threw a perfectly good set of hand weights into the trash last night.
I guess to start the story I should go back to the beginning. Last fall we went to the state fair. The kids & I went down early & got the livestock in & then went to check into our motel. The room was not what I was told so I called home & asked hubby to bring our air mattress. I told him it was in a rubbermaid tub in the hall closet. I thought he would just get the air mattress out bring it, I never dreamed he would bring the whole tub. Anyway, by the time he got down there & we got the animals fed & bedded for the night, it was late. He carried the tub up to the room… second floor, no elevator.. He was complaining about how heavy it was & on & on. We got the mattress out - note it was on the top of the tub - and what was filling up the bottom of the tub? An old DVD player, a set of 10# weights, two board games, and some other odd & end stuff. The kids were really giving hubby a bad time about bringing extra weight to the fair! I think they told everyone so poor hubby had to take some teasing. Then last night, DD was swinging around that same set of weights and DS ran into her.. one of the dumbells smacked him in the nose. We ended up taking him to the ER as the bleeding wouldnt’ stop. Lucky for him, it is not broke, but he has 2 black eyes & a big nose this morning. I called home to tell my daughter that he was ok - she was upset about hurting her brother - and she said ‘Dad threw the Dumbell away”. I would like to say this will be the end of the story but somehow in all the excitement of going to ER & cleaning up blood - one dumbell managed to escape and couldnt’ be found.
Makes me wonder if they were ever used for their intended purpose.