Daily Kup (My Life Limping Along)Ever the graceful swan, I survived smacking into a few walls and landing hard on my back yesterday on roller skates only to blow out my knee skating across the carpet as I went to fetch a Slushie. This only goes to prove the Slushies are dangerous, and not only if you don't want a blue tongue. Ever notice that they are labeled as having actual flavors -- cherry and blue raspberry -- but they are only called "red" and "blue"? I've grown lots of raspberries and they have all been raspberry-colored; not a blue one in the bucket.
Tendons? Ligaments" I don't remember which is which but something that used to be attached to one side of my kneecap has relocated and is not happy about it. I suppose I can cross that major league football opportunity off my career options list. Too bad. I'm a better photographer than Brett Favre. (Don't be afraid to follow the link -- it's not to any portion of Brett Favre.)
With my knee brace, I have that stiff-legged, graceful gait that was so appealing on Chester on reruns of Gunsmoke.
Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer
The blogger's equivalent of the fuzzy kitten is a group of little girls in fancy outfits dancing for their parents. The rojo number that Princess Potatohead is sporting was a gift from her sister's semester in Spain.
Embarrassed to Admit
When I see the Judds, I can't immediately figure out which one is the mother.
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