But I get up again

As I was leaving my Zumba class at the Y last night, I misjudged the height of a curb and took a quick dive into the grassy knoll in the parking lot.  As my instructor was driving by.  So as not to look like a complete idiot, I popped right back up and struck a "ta-daaaaah!" kind of pose.

Go, me!

This morning, as I was coming downstairs to let the dog out, my heel slid out from under me and I took the last three stairs by ass.

I'm a little sore.

Ok, honestly?  I'm a lot sore.

Whatever.  I got up, brushed myself off and I'm back on my feet again.  

It's what I do.

Tonight, I went into full baking mode.  I made pies.  Tomorrow is Pi Day.  As in 3/14 or 3.14 etc.

We're selling pies at work to raise money for Habitat for Humanity.  I'm all for it.

And since I was at it, I made pies for Matt to take into work to thank the guy who constantly gives us hockey tickets.

Chocolate chess, thanks for asking.

So, I passed by this sign at the Universal Unitarian Church the other day, and I thought about it.  And then I passed it again.

It reads:

"Soften that within you that is ridged".

As I posted on Facebook, I felt sure they mean rigid - but that in proofreading a church sign, I may need to go ahead and heed that advice...

Look, I can't help but be critical of spelling, word choice and so on.  Since I can't ride a bike or do algebra, or even walk upright without incident all that effectively, I have to play to my strengths.

Pie, syntax, grammar...giving people nicknames, Googling stuff...

I'm a busy woman, people.  BUSY.