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!