There are moments in life which cause me
to cuss uncontrollably .
The above photo is not me, but rather a representation of what caused said cussing on Tuesday afternoon.
I looked just like this. I know I did.
This sweet little girl and I got tangled up in quite a mess
with each other.
With help from a rolling chair,
I was launched into the entry way past the piano and not quite to the wood floors which would have felt much better than the cold hard tile.
Landing gear not down.
Flaps didn't hold.
No crew for emergency landing.
holy shit moment.
You get the picture.
I'm nursing my ouchies.
Magoo is gonna make up for my road trip rescue
He only had to come downstairs for mine.
Baby girl wasn't hurt, but I think Henry probably laughed like hell at the sight of us.
I would have. I'm mean like that.
I don't know whether I was an I Love Lucy moment
or an episode of Jack Ass.
But, I would have laughed.
Sophie was traumatized so she feels better if she's in bed, too.
We'll be there a few more days with our friend
Ice Ice Baby.
(now you sing it, Gwen)
Send fried chicken and Waldorf salad.
Cupcakes wouldn't hurt, either.