Tripped not over the cat, but just in front of her.
Usually she trips me and I can tumble pretty gracefully. But today, like most everything except that Hazmat area my career has turned into, it’s my own damn fault.
Is that a golf ball in your left foot, or are you just happy to see me?
Here’s to hoping Lundbergh can ease off the summoning, lest I use my crutches as the blunt objects I’ve been dreaming of.
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