Ice Capades

I was cleaning off the snow from my windshield this morning and as I pushed the snow to the ground, it fell all over me. Snow's cold.

Anyway, as I was walking around the front of my car to get back inside, I saw all this snow sitting on top of my shoes. So I thought I'd just stamp my feet a whole bunch and clean them off. I wish this moment had been captured on film.

Clearly, it was too early for me to be thinking. And, well, I sorta just jumped to stamp my feet at the same time. Into a big puddle of ice. (For lack of a better term) My feet landed, immedately gripped to nothing, and slid right off into the parking lot, the rest of my body following. It happened so fast, I didn't even have a chance to catch myself.

Feet slipped, I hit the ground on my left side - knee, hip, shouder, head. Oh yes. Head. I went right down. I bet it was utterly hilarious. No one saw it.

I think my hip might be bruised. It still kinda hurts, but everything else seems in order. At least I didn't break anything. That would have been bad.

Have I mentioned recently that I hate snow?

Because I do.


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