It has been raining the past few days, like a lot.
Rain = Water
Water + lawn = Mud
Yep, you guessed it. This pregnant wombat managed to slip on her ass down a muddy bank. (It is safe to laugh, no babies were hurt in the embarrassment of this idiot)
Went out the backyard to take a look at the new progress on dad’s granny flat and on the way back (whilst Hayley was in mid-breath warning me that the grass was slippery) I managed to make a very speedy and muddy decent down the hill.
The look on her face was one of utter horror and panic.
The look on my face was one of overwhelming shame.
The mud all over my ass was my trophy for sheer stupidity.
Once the initial shock passed and I peeled myself off the floor, we both almost wet ourselves in laughter . . . which lasted several hours, minimum.
Note to self . . . be more careful in future, oh and slipping in mud legit makes you look like you’ve savagely shat yourself, best to avoid the whole scenario really.