Monday, December 10, 2007
Rocky the Flying Shark
Yes it's true, I have mastered flight. More specifically, I slipped on the ice, flew straight up in the air and then promptly fell right on my keester. Good thing I got a little extra padding back there!
As you may know, there is an ice storm in progress in the midwest and despite my pleas, God did not feel kindly toward letting my parents' house off the hook. Hence, a spill that would make Chevy Chase's stunt double proud. Plus, my keys went flying and it took Dad's zillion jigawatt spotlight to find them about 10 feet away in the nearby woods. Gosh I just love the winter! As I always say, the founders of Chicago were originally from New York, and although they loved the city grime and crime it just wasn't cold enough.
That's about all that's going on for me here, except I feel like a moron 'cuz I thought the Rube had passed to the great beyond. She hasn't - she still with Mrs. Myshkin plotting how best to tear down the Christmas tree this year.