Dear Ice...

I hate you.

This morning I had no idea that there was ice on my car so when I walked outside I realized I had to make a quick job of removing it so that I could get to work on time.

In my haste, I put a little too much of my tubby umpphhh behind the scrapper.  What I didn't realize was that I was standing on a sheet of ice, which put my thrust equilibrium off.  Before I knew it I was on my hands and knees and someone close to me let out a terrible grunt at the same time.

I looked up only to realize that grunt was me.

Luckily I did not hurt myself.  Just my pride.

Take care, folks.  It's dangerous out there.

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