A lifetime of crabby

Okay here I am, here I am. I told you I wouldn’t be posting yesterday and I didn’t so it isn’t like you didn’t know (smiley).

So alright, let’s just get right to it shall we? Last night I discovered something that has been making me crabby for YEARS - really. I mean it isn’t something that I didn’t already know but the fact was reinforced. Okay here it is, the real story, a confession - I’m a tripper. As in I am frequently tripping over cracks in the sidewalk, rocks on the road, holes in the lawn, my own two feet. Seriously I am not exactly the most graceful crab.

I remember in second grade, running around the gym with the nuns timing us, (hey, at least it wasn't marching) and suddenly tumbling across the floor. WHAT? How did that happen? I was traveling at the speed of sound and my feet just couldn’t keep up? And that was just the beginning; I have fallen down bleachers in front of a gym full of high school students, I have walked off a flight of stairs and fallen at the feet of my destiny in a bar, I have stepped into a hole while playing with my kids on the big toy resulting in an ankle so severely sprained I could barely hobble to the car. I’ve even tripped over a rock in the parking lot on the way to my car causing a bus to swerve around me. Yep, it’s all true. Just ask around – people know…

So anyway, last night as we were preparing to head out into the neighborhood I slipped on the step and FELL. I know NOW you’re surprised. Anyway, after assuring my family I was fine fifteen times (enough already) we headed out the door. While walking from house to house my daughter S. tripped and fell TWICE. OH MY GOD it’s hereditary, she’s a tripper. I don’t even know what to say – I’m sorry baby. (smiley - goll darn lack of smileys)

So there it is, the whole story – do you see why I admire Mario and his fancy feet and graceful moves? It’s all beginning to make sense isn’t it? Welcome to my world...