Mo's off on a trip to London, for a dinner of fish and chips (kippers on the side, along with some bangers), and I'm busy tripping all over myself! Truthfully, if I ever get pulled over and asked to walk the white line, I'm in trouble!!! No, I don't drink and drive, but I am terribly clumsy! I'm the type that cannot walk and chew gum.
While working in the yard, I missed the step up the walk while carrying something, and took a header, landing squarely on my round butt (there's a geometry lesson for you!) and smacked my elbow. A couple of days later, I heard hubman trip and fall when he took a step backward and tripped on the tools he was using. He scrubbed up his elbow and his hip. We don't need drugs to go "tripping." We're pretty good at it all by ourselves.
Footnote: Neither of us injured much more than our pride.
Monday, April 06, 2009
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