So after finally maneuvering my heavily burdened carcass onto my bed I get my fat ass all settled in real good, comfy, cozy, ready for a little shut eye. Preparation for the big day comin' up only 8 hours and change away.

I see my little yellow blanket perched atop an extra pillow seated way over next to my left foot awaiting the mechanical grasp of Sir Farts Alot's reacher. Thinking to myself (always a bad idea) before I stretch myself silly trying to get the blanket, why don't I raise my lil' footsies a bit, get some badly needed blood to the old bean, maybe I'll think a tad straighter should the necessity arise.

So I grab the remote, press the appropriate button, up goes the foot of the bed and to my abject horror I watch in slow motion as the object of my innermost desires (the blanket) glides, not slides but actually glides slicker than snot on a doorknob right off the friggin' pillow on to the floor in front of the bed.

Knowing full well I was gonna need the dang thing I ponderously inch by grueling inch claw, scrabble, rip and tear my way to the foot of the bed only to come to the shocking realization that I'd neglected to bring my reacher. Needless to say back I go, inch by arduous inch to the ding dang diddly dadgum head of the bed where my reacher sat poised, hands on hips having a laugh and a half watching my frustration meter red line like the tachometer on a two stroke Yamaha. One more time to the foot of the bed, digits wrapped around said reacher in the mother of all death grips. Aanndd back again, brain housing group finally at rest upon the pillow so soft and gentle.

Only I'm so hot and sweated up, exuding steam like a tea kettle, my life juices coming from every pore above my injury that I toss the damn blanket to the linoleum strata upon which I must daily roll.

I have now super glued my reacher to my left hand. A rather tedious process wiping my ass, building a model airplane or having sex with a 32 inch aluminum reacher permanently affixed to the palm of yer hand but hey, ya wanna bake a cake ya gotta bust a few heads.

The blanket? I sewed the friggin' thing to my chest with a darning needle and some twine I got at the hardware store. Sucker ain't NEVER comin' off.

E-dog

That's hilarius.....Duke's blanket is blue though He has had it since he was injured (got it as a "present" in the hospital) you know, one of those, I feel like I should get you something, but what do you get a quad?.....the answer is a snuggly blanket!

Gimpy Linus

Gosh how big is your bed!!!

But at least you got your blankie back.......and I'm sure while you were up getting it you topped off your bottle.......so what was in the ba-ba this time?

You just got to love the DOG,
Simon should sticky this,
how I laughed as I read & then nearly cried when I remember the many times I’ve dropped the remote to the TV & after salvaging it from the floor realized one battery has rolled across the room.

CR

Ohhh, CR. Funny.

Good job my man!

I have a clip that I kept of Peanuts where Linus is struggling with Snoopy for his blankie, and ends up being dragged out in the snow in a wrestle for his fluffly vice. It's pretty brutal. Having secured back his prize and limping back into the house he quotes: "The struggle for security knows no bounds"....so true...love that strip.

Warm gin, with a hair in it mixed with stale plain wrap beer.
I'd run out of Safeway brand vodka.

Happens with my remote all the time too!!

ahhahahah well done!

Oh me too! It is sooooo frustrating and retrieval always seems like a lot of energy and involves a reasonable amount of swearing and cursing!

Luv it dawg...

Ever had that itch you just can't scratch try quadie hands

My blankie is in the closet, a bengal tiger print picked up for me in '78. Yea the edging is falling apart but it's mine, mine, all mine...I do share, but my blankie-buddy must be very speshul

Stay classy, E-Dog.

Was the still dry?

I've learned to duct tape the battery doors on my remotes. Also gots a nifty set of BBQ tongs I be using as a grabber on occasion.

This made me laugh right out loud!! Partly because of the vision you caused in my head and partly because a similar story happened to me about a month ago.
My hubby had just had hernia surgery and it was bedtime and he had just gotten in (which was a big deal for him because he was having a hard time moving around) and I was in bed and we forgot to turn off the bedroom light. He said he would get up and get it but I insisted that I would do it. I really wanted to get a turn to help him for once. So down I go to get out of the bed. My wheelchair always has to park at the end of my bed because hubby's side of the bed is too close to the wall and my side of the bed is the baby's bed so I can reach him easy in the night. So, I park at the end and work my way up to the top each night. That is always a job in itself so this night I did it. I got back out to turn off the light. Got back in bed. Wanted to read so turned on bedside lamp. Lamp had become unplugged. So, back out of bed to plug in the light (could not reach the outlet) from the bed. Got back into bed and tried to turn on the light. Light still did not work. I realized then that the lightbulb must be blown. Got out of bed. Went and got lightbulb. Got back in the room and realized that I could not reach the lightbulb. Our bedside lamps are wall mounted and swing out over the bed and I am too short to reach them. Hubby was in too much misery to bother me asking him to change a lightbulb. So, I got back into bed once more, worn out anyway and went to sleep.
Different story but same in some ways!!