we take a break between vacation pictures to relate the third and final fall.
place: the park
event: walking the track.
have taken a restroom break i see my walking partner not as far ahead as i thought and i decided to catch up.
imagine the bumpinator waddle trotting down a hill fast as she can.
i remembered the mud bog at the bottom as i approached and stretched into a great leap.
my right heel caught the mud and slid forward and i landed in a half gymnastic split style in said bog in front of two bewildered and scared retirees.
i forgot my ta da arms. bummer.
i hop up and continue on my walk.
the damage: #3 killed the scab from #1... and a whole lot of giggles... and some worried retirees who made me promise not to run any more.
they always come in threes. my laugh is a comic strip it's too much work to be embarrassed, i'd rather laugh.
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