I have. It seems there is always at least one dramatic crash through the ceiling. I go [somehow] fitting between ceiling joists, ripping through the Sheetrock, and tumbling to the floor below. In my case it was through the garage ceiling to the boxes of flea market stuff below on the garage floor. What? No car there? You really think garages are for putting automobiles in? HA! That is the Bad News.
Here is a recent Christmas Card sentiment we received with that theme of Father Christmas in the throes of a fall ... sent addressed to the previous residents of our house... none the less.
Reminds me of our old Choir, The Diller Street Chorale, we had soloists in there who were so off Broadway they called it Narrow Way... you know the type -- singers who had the talent and urge to emerge, but had to become CEO's to mollify their parents.
Any way, the story attached to above Picture: Good News \ Bad News
"Good news is that I truly out did myself this year with my Christmas decorations. The bad news is that I had to take him down after 2 days. I had more people come screaming up to my house than ever. Great stories. But two things made me take it down.Much thanks, whoever you are:
First, the cops advised me that it would cause traffic accidents as they almost wrecked when they drove by.
Second, a 55 year old lady grabbed the 75 pound ladder almost killed herself putting it against my house and didn't realize it was fake until she climbed to the top (she was not happy). By the way, she was one of many people who attempted to do that. My yard couldn't take it either. I have more than a few tire tracks where people literally drove up my yard."
You know the task of being a Dad has its down side. At some point in your long walk as Dad, you will only be able to make fun of yourself. Yep -- it seems the young un's don't have much of a sense of humor.