I’m too young to have a heart attack

I’m only 40.  That’s too young to have a heart attack, right? 

Early in the week, I went Thrift Scoring and bought my 7 yr old son, PJ a toy snake.  It was brand new, still in the box.  I had seen it early in the week at Target, but didn’t buy it ’cause it was too pricey, i.e., forced frugality sucks.  When I stumbled across the snake at the thrift store, it seems like destiny…  Right?  Right?

We’ve had fun this week, hiding the snake to scare friends, family and neighborhood kids.  So, it was no surprise on Friday when I opened the laundry room door and saw a snake laying there.  I momentary jerked, and then remembered the toy snake and thought, “That PJ ALMOST got me, but I am too smart for him.”  As a put my foot down (inches away from the toy snake’s head) I thought, “Hey wait, PJ’s toy snake is brown and coiled up and THIS toy snake is black and stretched out about 3 feet….”  And, that is when my foot landed on the linoleum and WOKE UP THE SNAKE!!  The snake “S-ed” up and slithered (rather quickly) out the garage door (into the garage).   

I quickly backed away into the kitchen and thought, “Whoever is screaming, I wish they would stop, because it is plucking my nerves (what with the snake and all). ”  That’s when I realized I was screaming.  Poor me. 

Rick, my dear hubby, ran into the kitchen and said, “What the fuck is going on in here.”  Normally, I would correct his language, but this time I let it slide.  I had more important things on my mind.  I screamed some more, pointed, and jumped up and down.  He looked at me like I was crazy.  Finally, I composed myself enought to yell ”SNAKE” and hubby took action.  But, the snake was long gone. 

Good thing, too.  Because the only good snake is a dead snake.

So, that’s how I nearly had a heart attack at age 40.

P.S.  I had a sore throat the rest of the day from screaming.