The Wheels on the Bus Go Boom!

Anyone remember when the Bus fumbled the ball during the Colts/Steelers Playoff game? Well I do - cuz I laughed my ass off!!

Beck and I were at a sports bar/resturant finishing our lunch when it happened. For no real reason I felt compelled to squeal with glee, "Fat man - goin down!!" I'm pretty sure the Steelers fans in the next booth over gave me the serious stink eye.

Karma is a bitch - this we know, and sometimes she lurks and waits for us like a rabid brush monkey waiting for the best time to attack.

This morning while rushing around to get to work and take out my trash I stepped on a toy mouse. (Stay with me - you'll see where I'm going shortly).

Ole, the walking Vomi-tron, had been bugging me all morning. All up in my craw. I think he's still pissed at me for being gone for two whole days.

To avoid the cat I stepped on the mouse - I didn't really see the mouse, but feeling it's small body under my foot, I immediately did the "Oh crap what am I about to put all my weight on and smash" gimp leap which made me somehow trip/get tangled in the garbage bag at my feet.

I lurched forward, my ankle gave out on my right leg to catch myself I grabbed my desk and used my left knee to slow my decent.

I then began my standard half-cry and half-laugh manuever. Something I have prefected over the years. It's crying cuz it hurts so damn bad, but it's laughter because I have an amazing imagination with a really great slow-mo feature where I see exactly what I did complete with exagerated expressions, and dragged out audio.

Ole was good - he skittered away to avoid the brutal fall, but it was the laugh/cry that sent him squealling and tearing carpet for safety under the bed. Apparently it was just too much.

And as I fell, all I could think was; "Fat girl - goin down!!"

I hope you're happy Jerome Bettis...I really do...