Ok, so now that I can type using my injured hand, I will tell you the story of a not so pleasant recent incident. Monday night, after a long day at school, rushing to Kinkos to prepare material for a presentation, and late night grocery shopping, I walked out to my car to retrieve my groceries and came upon a dog. Nothing special about this dog except the fact that it was stray, barking agressively, and running straight for me. My reaction was to let adrenaline take over and dash for the front door. That's when things got a little umm, clumsy. Instead of successfully reaching the door, I was suddenly propelled through the air and straight to the ground for a fabulous crash and burn... I have no idea what happened to the dog after that except maybe my fall scared it? Anyway, I managed to gather myself and stumble inside and fell to the ground thinking... ouch this hurts and boy does this stink. Naturally Brent was at an overnighter at work so I was able to call our neighbors who are good friends to help me with my groceries and help fend off the dog if it was still around. So I scratched & bruised both knees and the bones (ouch), tore my favorite jeans, and took a chunk out of my right hand but I guess I am still laughing about it. Who says dancers aren't clumsy too??
Buffy