My Life

Yesterday morning began in a way typical of my life; I was angry at the alarm. Rolling over, I decided to face the day as best I could while feeling under the weather. After getting ready and putting on a cute outfit (my mother told me that my job for the day was to take the baby, aka my dad, out to eat since she was out of town), I decided to check my mail. As has been noted before, I do this rarely. Due to late nights and weekends away, I haven't checked my mail since early February. In all actuality, I only checked because I thought I might be getting some information about a class I am taking.

I grabbed my key, and upon opening my garage door saw that it was raining. My whole parking lot was filling up with puddles. I am not the smartest girl in the world, so even though I was wearing slip ons, I decided to try and navigate the puddles without getting my socks wet. Balancing on my tiptoes and doing quick little jumps to the mailbox resulted in favorable results. So, with my arms now full of mail (and the book for my class), I began the dash back. Not even half way to my garage door I slipped. Evidently, which I had slightly noticed on my way to the mailbox, the puddles of water only managed to cover and not melt the patches of ice underneath. My neighbor asked me if I was okay (add to the humilation), with a quick jump up I said, "Yes, I just have to change." I got inside my house and surveyed the damage. One whole side of me (the part that had decided to take a quick dip in the lake of my parking lot) was soaking wet. I had absorbed so much water that my fleece jacket had soaked thru to the sweater underneath it. Off went the cute outfit, while I quickly surveyed for blood, and on went a cuter outfit.

Just another typical day and reason why I don't check my mail.