I'm happy to report that my husband is NOT dead, but not because he didn't try. Yesterday afternoon, he was feeling pretty good, so he decided to do some spring cleaning of our pool area. He hasn't been up to a lot of stuff, so it was looking pretty rough. The first item on the agenda was to blow the leaves off of the top of the pool cage. So, using the electric leaf blower, he started...and then managed to fall backwards into the pool while still holding the ELECTRIC leaf blower. Thankfully, when our house was built, they must have used a good electrician, because our GFCI outlet did what it was supposed to do, and he was not electrocuted. Because he did live through this ordeal, it's somewhat funny. If he hadn't though, I can't help but think about the irony of my husband dying by electrocution just three days after having been given the all clear for his cancer. I'm sure it would have made the paper. Headline: "Man dies of electrocution after being cured of cancer."
Of course, he was pretty mad at me for not running out there immediately. He said, "Didn't you hear me yelling out there??" I was like, "I heard you swearing, but that's not so unusual that it raised concern." He just grumbled while he dripped off.
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