Make sure someone limber plays me in the movie version
It is a long, ridiculous story but we had to drive back to school in a hurry to find Ki's laptop. The bus monitors were about to head in and I knew that was our last chance at an open door. I ran toward them. And I would love to blame my untied shoes (we were in that sort of hurry) but the truth is I am not as coordinated as I once was. I stubbed my toe on a root and was stumbling forward unable to get my feet under me. There was only one thing to do to prevent a face plant.
Yes. Being a former Super Hero, I did my best judo/airborne roll and I escaped all physical harm.
Wonderful. Well. Not really. The bus full of children was still there in the parking lot and I was now lying flat on my back staring at the sky. I just lay there as the idea of getting to my feet in front of the bus full of people seemed more horrible than lying there in the dirt.
The bus monitor ruined my fantasy that I could pretend it had never happened. She called to me over the bull horn,"ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?!"
Kira was on me at that point. Half horrified. Half crying at the spectacle that is her mother. To her credit she did not turn away and pretend that she didn't know me.
Is there no end to the embarrassment of being me?
I have not been able to shake the sounds of Peter Gabriel's Digging in the Dirt ever since…
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Yes. Being a former Super Hero, I did my best judo/airborne roll and I escaped all physical harm.
Wonderful. Well. Not really. The bus full of children was still there in the parking lot and I was now lying flat on my back staring at the sky. I just lay there as the idea of getting to my feet in front of the bus full of people seemed more horrible than lying there in the dirt.
The bus monitor ruined my fantasy that I could pretend it had never happened. She called to me over the bull horn,"ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?!"
Kira was on me at that point. Half horrified. Half crying at the spectacle that is her mother. To her credit she did not turn away and pretend that she didn't know me.
Is there no end to the embarrassment of being me?
I have not been able to shake the sounds of Peter Gabriel's Digging in the Dirt ever since…
Posted via m.livejournal.com.