I Slipped Up
I did something curious today. I was helping a friend move to her new flat this afternoon and I’m not sure if it was because of the heating or the exercise or the forty pounds I gained over the weekend, but shortly after we began I started to sweat. So halfway up the stairway I decided to remove my sweater - without stopping of course, and I guess you can now see where this is going…
I got it off up to my nose which means I now cannot not only see but neither breathe. My arms flailed helplessly inside the outturned body of the fabric and since the
lower part of my body faced no hindrance, my legs continued to navigate its way up the stairs. And so yeah, as expected I missed a step – more than one actually, most of them on my way down. The next thing I know I’ve reached the bottom, facedown with my sweater still wound around my head.
It’s situations like these that convince my mom how I’m the least successful adult in the family – not that she’ll ever know about this incident of course and actually, that’s the reason why I keep my fonts here in pastel colors... she has poor eyesight, so stop asking me to use darker fonts!
Anyhow, to make myself feel better I immediately logged onto BE and searched Sir Peter Maxwell’s blog. No, I’m not posting a direct link here. I refuse to be responsible for any waves of suicide in the near future. Read at your own risk. I always read his blog when I feel down or when I’ve done something stupid or when someone has called me a loser… He simply has a way with words that is sure to patch you all up and get you laughing hysterically – not in a psycho kind of way, but from feelings of joy and gratitude knowing that you are not the only loser in the planet nor the boggest one. Mr. Maxwell is truly one of a kind. Never have I encountered someone so delightfully evil and offensive at the same time that I come off looking like the Good Samaritan. Thank god for small miracles.
I got it off up to my nose which means I now cannot not only see but neither breathe. My arms flailed helplessly inside the outturned body of the fabric and since the
lower part of my body faced no hindrance, my legs continued to navigate its way up the stairs. And so yeah, as expected I missed a step – more than one actually, most of them on my way down. The next thing I know I’ve reached the bottom, facedown with my sweater still wound around my head.
It’s situations like these that convince my mom how I’m the least successful adult in the family – not that she’ll ever know about this incident of course and actually, that’s the reason why I keep my fonts here in pastel colors... she has poor eyesight, so stop asking me to use darker fonts!
Anyhow, to make myself feel better I immediately logged onto BE and searched Sir Peter Maxwell’s blog. No, I’m not posting a direct link here. I refuse to be responsible for any waves of suicide in the near future. Read at your own risk. I always read his blog when I feel down or when I’ve done something stupid or when someone has called me a loser… He simply has a way with words that is sure to patch you all up and get you laughing hysterically – not in a psycho kind of way, but from feelings of joy and gratitude knowing that you are not the only loser in the planet nor the boggest one. Mr. Maxwell is truly one of a kind. Never have I encountered someone so delightfully evil and offensive at the same time that I come off looking like the Good Samaritan. Thank god for small miracles.
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