The moon egged me on. The freshly cut grass called my name. I did a cartwheel and simultaneously injured my wrists, strained my inner thigh, and pulled a muscle in my right shoulder. Serves me right.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
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that sucks. the shoulder detail is making my shoulders ache. but at least you can do cartwheels! I can't do them, or whistle, or curl my tongue, or a lot of things. meh.
ReplyDeleteFEEL BETTER, BOO.
So weird. I was dreaming about doing cartwheels and roundoffs. I fear that I am not so agile in real life. At least not anymore.
ReplyDeletesigh. old age.
ReplyDeleteBUT AT LEAST YOU DID IT!
ReplyDeleteIf you do them MORE OFTEN, you won't.
ReplyDeleteThat's what I say.
have you tried a summersault lately? one of those and i'm out of commission for at least a couple days.
ReplyDeleteOMFG, celia, i think that's neck breaking territory. but an effing funny way to die.
ReplyDeleteAmandar, not so sure... but all of your other advice has been spot on.
Megan, thx, i'm better now.
Liz, yeah, officially old.
Mouse, weeeeeeeee!
Erin, don't do it. it's not worth it.