This morning as I was walking to my car there was a big patch of ice sliding down the hill.
Except I thought it was water.
So I didn't hesitate to step on it. I was all: "No problem! Look at me... just walking to my car in the morning as sure footed as anyone. Wearin' my pink pants and green coat and scarf. Yep, I'm lookin' gooooood. I even showered this morning!"
Next thing I know I'm sliding down the hill on my knee and my purse is sliding down the hill in front of me. And I made this odd, high pitched sort of groan as the ice peeled away a few layers of skin.
I was too lazy to go back inside and change out of my dirty pants, now with a black mark on the knee. The real bummer about the whole thing though is that my knee is barely skinned. As I was sliding I kinda hoped for a more severe injury, some blood and bruises, puntuated with a rip across my pants.
Alas...
3 comments:
Maybe if you'd wear a little more flair these things wouldn't happen. What do you expect when all you do is the bare minimum?
But how is your fun little purse?
I don't really want to talk about my flair. Or the tragedy that was seeing my fun little red purse slide down the hill.
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