I learned a valuable lesson yesterday. I don’t belong on the ice. I have a friend who wants me to go ice fishing, and I keep telling him that I don’t go on frozen lakes. Something about only having a (relativly) thin piece of ice between me and frozen death doesn’t appeal to me. I don’t care if it will hold your truck, I am not taking the chance that it will hold me too.
Anyway, I went to play broomball with the church youth group. At a rink, so no water under the ice. Should be pretty harmless. WRONG! I forgot that when running on ice in boot, you can’t stop. You also don’t have good footing! I upended myself and have a nice red goose egg on top of my head to show for it. I sat out for about 45 minutes and decided to try again, but fell right away, so I gave up. Today I just HURT. Especially my neck and head, but also my bottom, which hit first.
As if that wasn’t enough, I then locked my keys in the car, had a flat tire, AND broke a cabinet door in the bathroom. Talk about a day that wasn’t (n)ice!
Hope you all have a better week!
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