Well there is probably only one thing that you don't know
about one small slave by now... or for that matter haven't seen by now... and
that is...
As a human being one is a complete klutz. Betcha didn't know
that from all those pics J
The whole thing started as a child... in fact it was so bad
that there wasn't skin on the big toes for like... ever. There weren't usually
knees in one's trousers either... or they were covered in blood from the toes.
In the end out of complete desperation mother put one into ballet classes... it
wasn't just to fulfil her own dream of being a dancer. It was to teach one
small child how to pick up her feet and not trip over them.
And for years it worked... people often commented on how
gracefully one moved. It just hasn't stuck. As one ages the klutz factor has come back.
So far this week, without leaving the comfort of the home, one has walked into
a shelving unit, a door jam, tripped up a stair and, most frustrating of all,
just slopped precious morning mouse all over oneself. You wouldn't think the trip from desk to mouth could be so
perilous. Unfortunately there was a knee in the way L
4 comments:
I feel your pain. When 6 years of ballet did not do the trick, I was forced to attend charm school for two years. "Charm school" being a euphemism for reeducation camp for girls. I can walk down a flight of stairs, in heels, with a book balanced on my head, but I still can't pass through my own home without acquiring a delightful assortment of bumps, scrapes, and bruises.
And who the hell ever walks down a staircase in heels balancing books on their heads? There is no real life application for that particular skill.
No... but you would be able to make a grand entrance :D
I am surprised that He hasn't sent you back to ballet school!
@nzrubber Perish the thought :(
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