chasing the sun

its not bad enough that I'm the absolute clumsiest person I know, but I have to keep proving it over and over again. This weekend I took a huge and embarassingly painful fall while dancing in my socks on my slippery wood floors. While no one was actually present to witness this accursed event, I daresay God was watching and laughing hysterically.

And...to add insult to injury...it is my responsbility as the Lone Ranger office worker to decorate the office for Christmas and I had to do it today. This means hours of getting up on a chair and reaching over my head to try and make the damn Christmas lights stick to the drop-ceiling tiles. AARRGGHH!! (in my best pirate voice)...it has been very painful. Though the office is now in excellent Yuletide form and the sounds of Bing and Nat King Cole have been dreamily sweeping through the office all day, I still feel like I've been run over by a steam-roller. There's not enough ibuprofen in the world!!!

So, if you think of it, light a candle and say a prayer for me. I have to get through not one, but two crowded airports tomorrow. In fact I may call ahead and reserve one of those special golf carts with the yellow flashing lights and the angry driver who yells "'Scuse me, comin thru!" like six hundred times as people scatter to avoid being plowed over like bowling pins...I'd forgotten just how exciting airports can be!!!