I love my family. But one thing about them is that I'm awfully clumsy around them. Those of you who know me well are saying, "You're clumsy around me, too!" Don't deny it. I know the thought crossed your mind! :) But something about my family brings out the worst in my coordination and physical abilities in general. This Sunday was no exception.
We love to play softball and this is the first time I've been able to play because of the pregnancy and recovery and whatnot. So I was the second one up to bat of the whole game, hit a pop fly, and decided to watch it and see if it got caught WHILE running my chubby self to first base. Unfortunately the lovely grass around the path JUMPED in my way and I slid as if sliding into home base. But I was only half way between home and first. My pride was injured and my only saving grace was that EVERYONE else was watching the ball, too, so no one saw me take a flying leap.
It wasn't until I slunk (is that a word) into the dugout that I realized I had this wicked awesome scrape. It hurts like a bugger but if anyone asks, I got it sliding into home and won the game for us all!
Maybe next Sunday we can play a nicer sport like... badminton? Or pillow-fighting?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Posted by Bonnie at Tuesday, July 28, 2009