Last night, I bypassed a short run in order to go for a walk with my husband and dog (my husband hardly ever wants to go for a walk, so I have to take advantage when I can). We were walking along, having a perfectly nice debate about what color to paint the kitchen, when BAM! I was on the ground.
I slid in some clay-like mud and my feet went out from under me and I was on my butt in the grass (Scooter hovered above me to see if I was alright -- he also took advantage of me at that level to lick me on the mouth). My husband just stood there looking at me with an expression that was both surprised and not-surprised rolled into one.
What can I say? I guess I don't have to be running to fall victim to gravity.
6 comments:
Did you ever check to make sure you had your flip flops or tennis shoes on the right feet? Sometimes I swear you have two left feet! Glad you aren't severly injured.
LMAO - at least I am not the only one!!!!!!!
oh man! at least you don't have too far to fall ;)
oh no!, i'm cracking up @ the image of Scooter hovering of you. hehe
Hahahaa....you're too cute, Jess. I mean really...just adorable. :)
...now...imagine me brainwashing you to run Chicago...well...don't imagine me...just let me brainwash you into being Chicago-bound...except I just don't know how to brainwash anyone...hmmm... just sign up and save me the trouble? :)
Erin: I might indeed have two left feet -- but I guess the falling keeps me spring-y.
MPA: You're too right about the distance!
Jayhawk: I don't mind brainwashing -- I'm open to all kinds of things. I am considering Chicago though, so I wouldn't mind hearing your case for it. Perhaps I will email you.
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