WIPEOUT!!!!

I’ve never been a particular graceful woman, sober or drunk, but I have been able to avoid tripping over myself in the workplace for over 2 years. That impressive streak has now come to an end.

On the way to the bathroom, right in front of Small Fry, my heel caught in the cuff of my pant leg and I went crashing to the floor. I crashed HARD. I’m pretty sure I have a rug burn on my cheek. It was a full on face plant. I don’t embarrass easy so I laughed, stood up, and continued to the bathroom as if nothing happened.

Back at my desk, nobody mentioned it and I thought for sure Small Fry would give me shit about it. Nothing. That’s almost worse. I would rather laugh about it with the eye witness because if I were to be on the receiving end of such a viewing pleasure I wouldn’t be able to shut up about it until he either killed me or himself. Too bad. I shrugged and didn’t bring it up. It was soon forgotten. (Aside from the raw design on my right cheek.)

Later in the day Small Fry’s pal Willow started chatting about his high school days when he won State Champion for Wrestling. My response, ewwwww, men rolling around with men in leotards is icky-pooh! He threatened to kick my ass. I said cauliflower ear wouldn’t go with my outfit, maybe tomorrow. He started talking about his sweet moves which inspired Small Fry to interrupt with, “I think she’s got you beat with her diving squirrel. She has perfected that move. She didn’t even break her hip.”

I haven’t stopped laughing. He doesn’t seem all that bright and yet the dude is a witty whipper snapper. Love him. It recently dawned on me that he reminds me of my summer laughing with Little Brother. (Reminder, Puddy’s little brother not mine.) Hmmm…Little Brother. I miss him. That leads me to the question, do I swing by Eugene, Oregon in search of LB or do I seduce SF?

And if I chose the latter, which line do I use? 1. So…do you fancy squirrels? 2. Hey Small Fry, do you like ketch-up or need a little Dubs sauce? 3. And by the way, my hips never break.