I have no clue what I tripped on.
Once upon a Saturday morning, a woman named..Let’s leave names out of this..managed to trip over absolutely nothing, twice, before her first cup of coffee was even finished. Not a cord, not a rug, not even a sock. Just…air. Oxygen betrayed her ankles.
She was the kind of person who could get a paper cut from a banana peel and once sneezed herself right off a step. Yet somehow, she strutted through life with the unbothered grace of a cat who absolutely meant to fall off the counter.
Her knees? Constantly bruised. Her elbows? Always in a state of mystery injury. And yet, she walked. No!, pranced. Like a clumsy ballerina raised by a family of blind golphers.
When people asked how she stayed upright, she’d just smile and say,
“Oh, I don’t walk. I bounce and hope for the best.”
And bounce she did, right into life’s next adventure, probably headfirst, but always with a smile. Kinda.
Have a good day y'all
She was the kind of person who could get a paper cut from a banana peel and once sneezed herself right off a step. Yet somehow, she strutted through life with the unbothered grace of a cat who absolutely meant to fall off the counter.
Her knees? Constantly bruised. Her elbows? Always in a state of mystery injury. And yet, she walked. No!, pranced. Like a clumsy ballerina raised by a family of blind golphers.
When people asked how she stayed upright, she’d just smile and say,
“Oh, I don’t walk. I bounce and hope for the best.”
And bounce she did, right into life’s next adventure, probably headfirst, but always with a smile. Kinda.
Have a good day y'all
