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.
4 comments:
Living in the moment.
Hugs and chocolate,
Shelly
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!
I've risked bodily harm for Ice cream as well. Sorry about the skinned knee though!
Ow ow ow ow!!!
Infinity ow!!
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