Why I Hate Winter Reason # 697
February 1, 2006
That thing called “black ice” which for all you people living in warm sunshiny places, is ice that you can’t see until you drive over it or step on it.
This afternoon while we were out the temperature dropped. Unbeknownst to me, the water that was on my front steps froze.
I slipped and fell down the steps holding the baby, the diaper bag, and my camera. MY CAMERA, people. And my children, who obviously inherited their empathetic tendencies from me, just stood in the door way looking at me. And when I yelled, “Hello? Do you see me lying here on the ground?” One of them had the gall to reply, “I thought you meant to do that.”
This prompted a stream of language from my mouth that probably made me elderly neighbor blush. I’m sorry Dottie. Sometimes you just gotta say… well you heard me the first time.
The baby was fine. The camera was fine. But my tailbone is killing me.
Yet another reason I need to live somewhere warm.
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