In which i’m like Pooh

Last week, when all that bad weather was going on all over the United States, I was hanging out at home. Kevin got in around 7:30 PM and we had the following conversation:

Kevin: what happened to the lamppost?

Me: what lamppost?

Kevin: the only lamppost that we have Lynn

Me: nothing happened

Kevin: then why has it fallen over?

Me: It’s fallen over?

Kevin: yes it has

Me: when did that happen?

Kevin: that’s what I was asking you

Me: well obviously I don’t know. Are you sure it fell over?

Kevin: of course I’m sure. I drove in and it’s fallen down

Me: well I wasn’t aware of that.

Kevin: have you been outside

Me: when I was outside with Tucker it was up

Kevin: are you sure?

Me: ummmm… no

Kevin: It must have fallen in the wind

Me: well, it was incredibly windy today. This is sort of like Pooh and the Blustery Day

Kevin: how so?

Me: well when the tree falls down Owl looks at Pooh and says, “Pooh, did you do that?” and then Pooh, being all Pooh-like and all says, “I don’t think so.”

Kevin: and how is it like that?

Me: well neither Pooh nor I were exactly sure how these things fell down and I’m pretty certain it wasn’t my fault and I know for a fact it wasn’t Pooh’s fault because I’ve seen The Blustery Day a billion times and it was definitely the wind

Kevin: I think the point is that you need to get it taken care of

Me: oh? That’s the point?

So there you are, Pooh and I are always getting blamed for shit but unlike Pooh, I now have to get the damn thing fixed.