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driveway: one jess: zero
Jan. 24th, 2003 12:41 pmFabulous start to the morning: slipped and fell like a champ while cleaning off my car this morning. It was bound to happen, as our driveway is somewhat steep and it's been covered in ice since, oh, early December. And, also, I lack both good balance and coordination so I fall at least three times every winter. I fear for myself when my bones are brittle. I'd actually like to take a moment and thank the coordination gods for letting me get this far unscathed.
So, fell down in a huge heap, skidded a few feet, and caught myself enough to avoid injury to my body but not my outfit. As usual, I was already running ten minutes late, so I probably would have just let the whole thing go and gone into work with dirty legs, had it not been for the fact that I didn't have my gloves on and when I caught myself both of my hands got filthy. I may be messy, but I'm not dirty! Breakfast was a granola bar in the car and I did not want an asphalt and rock salt aftertaste. I had to dash into the house to wash my hands, and it was there, when I turned away from the bathroom sink, that I saw that not only had the legs of my pants gotten streaks of dirt on them, but my butt region was solidly dirty and since I did not want to go in looking like I soiled myself (I do have limits), I had to dash around the house like a lunatic, stripping as I went up the stairs. I ended up running around my bedroom like a loon with my heavy winter coat on, gloves clasped under one arm, and no pants, while my mother, in rollers and a robe, hollered suggestions from the hallway. I imagine we were quite a sight.
Grabbed the First Pants Available, which were black. It is lucky that I am wearing what is, quite possibly, the only shirt/sweater in my wardrobe that looks ridiculous with solid black pants. I look like one of those kids' games where you slide pictures of heads, torsos, pants, and shoes around to create people, except my pants are stuck on the wrong person.
Wow, what a lot of words I used there instead of just saying "Fell going to work today, had to wear auxiliary pants which look ridiculous, and thusly both feel *and* look like a tard today!"
In other news: Today is Friday. That takes the edge off of everything.
Back to work. Ooh, almost lunchtime.
So, fell down in a huge heap, skidded a few feet, and caught myself enough to avoid injury to my body but not my outfit. As usual, I was already running ten minutes late, so I probably would have just let the whole thing go and gone into work with dirty legs, had it not been for the fact that I didn't have my gloves on and when I caught myself both of my hands got filthy. I may be messy, but I'm not dirty! Breakfast was a granola bar in the car and I did not want an asphalt and rock salt aftertaste. I had to dash into the house to wash my hands, and it was there, when I turned away from the bathroom sink, that I saw that not only had the legs of my pants gotten streaks of dirt on them, but my butt region was solidly dirty and since I did not want to go in looking like I soiled myself (I do have limits), I had to dash around the house like a lunatic, stripping as I went up the stairs. I ended up running around my bedroom like a loon with my heavy winter coat on, gloves clasped under one arm, and no pants, while my mother, in rollers and a robe, hollered suggestions from the hallway. I imagine we were quite a sight.
Grabbed the First Pants Available, which were black. It is lucky that I am wearing what is, quite possibly, the only shirt/sweater in my wardrobe that looks ridiculous with solid black pants. I look like one of those kids' games where you slide pictures of heads, torsos, pants, and shoes around to create people, except my pants are stuck on the wrong person.
Wow, what a lot of words I used there instead of just saying "Fell going to work today, had to wear auxiliary pants which look ridiculous, and thusly both feel *and* look like a tard today!"
In other news: Today is Friday. That takes the edge off of everything.
Back to work. Ooh, almost lunchtime.
