On a recent Sunday afternoon the temperatures were pleasant - for February - and I decided I'd take advantage by climbing onto the roof of our house to remove the Christmas lights.
Now, my wife worries about me being up there - and for good reason. I did fall about 5 feet off the stepladder a couple of years ago and messed up my shoulder pretty good.
So I was trying to get the chore done before Melissa and Sarah left for a few hours of clothes shopping in Indianapolis. I didn't want to risk plunging to my death when nobody was around to clean up the mess.
The task taking more time than expected, I was still up there when my wife and daughter pulled out of the drive.
Thankfully, within ten minutes I had finished without incident and I figured it would be considerate of me to let my wife know I was safely back on solid ground.
But I couldn't resist turning my announcement into a dad joke.
Knowing Melissa would be driving and not checking her phone, I sent the following picture to Sarah's number, with the caption: "Let your mom know I am off the roof ..."
Her response made my day:
Ginger is our Haitian street dog.
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