My first thought regarding thin ice actually included thoughts of my husband...who has yet to figure out for himself when he is on thin ice even after 30 years of marriage. For someone who has never curled, played hockey, or skated, he certainly does seem to like to walk bravely and blindly through the slippery slopes of marriage. He is as an innocent bambi walking onto the rotted ice of a meadow pond on a March afternoon , enjoying the sunshine, totally oblivious of its own peril. Never realizing, that this sense of well being is at risk of passing as swiftly, and with as much cold and shock as the filling of a rubber boot being dipped in ice water. From time to time he even manages to be on thin ice in the middle of July, although in those cases he basically treads water only to avoid being drowned in his sorrows.
Some example of 'thin ice moments' are:
1. Deciding to give the hanging plant above the bed a good soaking just before it's time to turn in.
2. Throwing out of the broken clothes dryer with a full load of wet
clothes inside.
3. Towing a car around a curve with a tow rope and a tractor, expecting the car NOT to go in a straight line into the bush causing the side mirror to be broken off.
4. 'Accidently' hitting the wife ( that would be me) on the side of the mouth with a frozen pitch fork as she was helping rip apart a round bale.
5. Putting dry unwashed clothes from the washer into the dryer
6. Shooting a skunk ...under the milk stand.
7. Taking a metal pot scraper to the Teflon non- stick coated frying pan rendering it non- nonstick.
8. Taking ALL the shingles off one side of the roof in one go-- as the rain clouds gather on the horizon.
9. Sleeping on top of BOTH sheets.
10. .....and the latest cause for hearing the ominous deep creaking of ice in the Hoffman Mansion you query?
The leaving of this Dead and Sucked On 'unliked' candy on matchbox for four days to rot until the SNAP of ice crystals spurred the decision to finally throw it into the garbage.
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