A woman walking in front of me took a nasty tumble on an ice patch and fell right on her ass.
I took very careful steps this weekend. I did not want to have A Story told about how I fell on my ass.
The funny thing about Ash Wednesday is the instinctive response you have to tell someone that there's something on their forehead, before you remember that it's there on purpose. The two years I spent at a Catholic grad school were particularly trying.
Dana, were you there for my spectacular slip on the ice at the 2005 Connexions curling expedition? I understand it was a textbook-perfect "slip on a banana peel and go flying" sort of maneuver, though I wasn't in a position to either see or enjoy it.
Dana, were you there for my spectacular slip on the ice at the 2005 Connexions curling expedition?
No, I've never been to Connexions. Or curling. I don't really think I need to try any sport that involves walking on ice. It would not end well.
Hmm, things I'm not going to say today but want to:
*ring*
"(company name), this is Joe, stop calling."
*ring*
"(company name), this is Joe, stop calling."
*ring*
"(company name), this is Joe, stop calling..."
It always takes me a few minutes in the morning to process "Smudgy foreheads...ashes...Wednesday...Ash Wednesday!" and then a few more before I remember that Ash Wednesday is the day after Fat Tuesday, and always has been. But somehow, I can never remember in advance from one year to the next.
Dagnabbit, the Diet Coke I just bought is flat. I hate that!
Dagnabbit, the Diet Coke I just bought is flat. I hate that!
How does that happen? Evil gnomes sneaking into stockrooms and opening up soda containers?
Well, now I'm afraid it was Tampered With, since it was sitting by itself in front of several lined-up rows of bottles.
Now I'm hold with a nice lady at Coke who keeps saying "wow -- that's completely not to our standards." Now the issue is being "heavily documentated."
So that's good. If I wake up dead, at least the world will know why!