That's Man's Got Me Drupified

Michaela’s video chat with her best friend Kristen was interrupted by a loud boom coming from the garage.

“What was that?” Kristen screamed.

“It was probably just Ken. He either blew something up or finally killed himself,” Michaela calmly replied while shaking her head.

“Aren’t you worried?” Kristen was surprised at how calm her friend was and suggested maybe Michaela should check on her husband.

“Nah. He’s always doing stupid stuff when he’s drunk,” Michaela answered.

“Just last week he near fried himself in the oven. It wouldn’t turn on, so he decided to mess around with the wires while it was still plugged in. Blew himself right across the kitchen.

“And did you know he broke his shoulder last year?”

“Oh my. No, what happened?”

“He got drunk and decided to dive off the roof into the pool. The damn pool is fifteen feet away from the house. Fifteen feet! I was friggin drupified.

“‘No problem,’ he said.” Michaela waved her arms in the air for effect. ‘I can make it.’

“Let me tell you it was a problem," Michaela continued. "And he didn’t make it. 8.5 hours at the hospital. Broken shoulder and three cracked ribs. The only reason I didn’t divorce the moron that very night was because I felt sorry for him.

“Anyway, I guess I better go. I really should check to see he’s still alive.”

“Men,” Kristen moaned. “Can’t live with them. Gotta hope they don’t accidently kill themselves.”