snips and snails and puppy dog tails
You know how there's that rule against standing on swivel-y chairs? It's common sense. But every so many people you get someone like me. Who gets too cocky with their balancing skills, who thinks they have it figured out. And at first it seems like you do. Perhaps a couple months pass, accident-free.
But then, when you least expect it, it happens. You were too arrogant, didn't give it a second thought, and all of a sudden you find yourself spinning, breathless and dazed. "Oh yeah, that's why." And then you have a nice long bruise, and maybe a little limp to remind you of your idiocy for days to come.
The chalk eraser zooms over our heads in a graceful arc and he's chanting "L'imparfait, l'imparfait." Hitting the wall with a resounding slap, it becomes "Dans le passé composé." He laughs and smiles at our bemused expressions. Think quick!
But then, when you least expect it, it happens. You were too arrogant, didn't give it a second thought, and all of a sudden you find yourself spinning, breathless and dazed. "Oh yeah, that's why." And then you have a nice long bruise, and maybe a little limp to remind you of your idiocy for days to come.
The chalk eraser zooms over our heads in a graceful arc and he's chanting "L'imparfait, l'imparfait." Hitting the wall with a resounding slap, it becomes "Dans le passé composé." He laughs and smiles at our bemused expressions. Think quick!