Did I ever tell you about the time I ordered into the trash can at Dunkin' Donuts instead of the speaker?
Or the time my friends pulled UP my skirt in high school in the hallway, or pulled DOWN my pants at the football game?
Or the time I dropped $200 in change at the bank. Pennies rolling everywhere.
Or the time I called someone at my old job "Mrs. Ladywoman" because I didn't know her name and panicked.
Or how about the time I locked myself out of my house, with no shoes, only a sports bra, on a 100 degree day, with a puppy and no leash?
Oh, how about the time I literally tripped on a banana peel in high school?
And then there was the time I broke my ankle, healed, and then broke it again the next day.
Yeah, I'm smooth like that.
2 comments:
So I take it you're not a ballerina?
My Dad used to call me a bull in a china shop. I like to think I've gotten a bit more graceful over the years...maybe!
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