Wednesday, July 3, 2013

I tripped trying to get to the ice cream truck

A week before my surgery I decided to throw caution to the wind-I would do whatever my heart contented (as long as it was legal, of course.)  Not but 2 minutes after I made this decision the ice cream truck rolled by my condo.

Let's just say, I got a little too excited. I barreled down the stairs and flew out the door. I moved faster than all the children. I was moving so fast that I totally forgot that me and pavement don't mix well together.

Yep, I got skinned knee and gravel in my hair but it was totally worth it. Live in the moment, my friends. It's a total rush.


shelly said...

Living in the moment.

Hugs and chocolate,

Norma Beishir said...

I trained our ice cream truck driver. He'd just pull up and stop in front of our place. By the time I got around the side of the truck, his arm would be extended through the window with our two fudge bombs.

But I've had my issues with pavement, too. I feel your pain, Russo!

Donna Banta said...

I've risked bodily harm for Ice cream as well. Sorry about the skinned knee though!

William Kendall said...

Ow ow ow ow!!!

Infinity ow!!