Monday, April 13, 2009
Just another Nick in the park
Here I am again. It's been a long time since I've blogged, mostly because I usually figure that Nick's got things covered with the blogging whatever. However, today was an adventure at my expense and I feel that I need to express to our fine audience how I was taken advantage of in my obviously immobile state.
Today started out great. Nick made me microwave blueberry pancakes which surprisingly weren't as disgusting as I had previously judged. We cleaned the house for our potential apartment buyers to admire, and I finished season 5 of Gilmore Girls. At about 2 or 3 we noticed how beautiful it was outside and, of course, we decided to take a stroll. We walked all over the park and up to my old house to pick up my mail. On the way home we found an abandoned shopping cart. Anyone who knows anything knows that I love being pushed in shopping carts. I climbed in and Nick started pushing me. I guess he was feeling antsy or bored or whatever so he started running. We turned the corner onto our street, and he started running a little faster. By this time he had been running for maybe 10 minutes. I was fully confident that Nick was going to keep me safe, because that's just the type of relationship I thought we had. Well, because he thought it would be so hilarious to scare me, he shoved the cart really hard and let go as he was running. His genius plan was to sprint up and catch the handle of the cart right before it veered into the curb. Unfortunately, he has no kick whatsoever and couldn't catch up to me. I, in my trusting state, fully expected him to catch me at any second, but little did I know how apathetic he was with his wife's safety and well-being. Long story short- I slammed head-on into the curb going at a relatively fast speed. You know in the movies when some kid hits something with his bike and flies through the air in a superman position over the handle bars? Well, that's exactly what happened. My shoes flew into the air as well as all the contents in my purse, my sunglasses and my pride. I landed on hands and knees on the grass with leaves and sticks that ended up all over me. In all actuality, I thought it was pretty funny. I laughed hysterically for a while and so did Nick. Oh, and of course, he had to take a picture before he would help me up. That's just the type of guy he is.
And now a tribute to Hannah!