how graceful am i
well lets see i fall
goin' up the stairs
really! don't fall down
them...i really fall
goin' up the stairs
there's the times i trip
over my feet...i
do that 'least three times
a day...really! there
i am walkin' then
i've fallen...heeelllppp, i've
fallen, can't get up...
blushing face displayed
there was the time i
fell out of a truck
'twas my best friend's truck
all i was doin'
was gettin out of
the durn thing...shoulda
seen how high i bounced
thats what i get for
openin my big
fat mouth!! just cause i
called my twink "twinkle
toes" when she tripped on
her crutches i had
to say it...couldn't
help myself..."walk much,
or just practice a
lot??" (shoulda seen the
look she gave me! if
looks could kill...hooo, boy.)
how graceful am i
would really like to
be more ladylike
like my mother was
*she* was perfection
a real lady, my
mother. naaahhhh, not me.
learned from the best--my
brother. learned how to
burp loud and long, learned
how to fart, loud and
strong (that's more than
you wanted to know!!)
but it's the truth...i
never did learn how
to climb trees...my poor
brother had severe
(we're talkin' severe)
problems if he was
exposed to poison
ivy...he's swell up
BIG TIME, have to go
to the hospital
and get a shot to
alleviate his
suffering. he
really suffered with
poison ivy. if he
pissed me off (which was
often), i'd go sit
in a patch of the
poison ivy. he
wouldn't DARE come in
how graceful am i?
i don't know...ask my
big klutzy brother. :)
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i love you, kenny!! (((HUGS))), karla. :)