The Movie of My Life

So, when someone finally decides to stop recycling old TV shows into campy movies and pays more attention to stories about regular folk, I would like to suggest myself as a subject. I even have the opening credit shot.

Picture this: a wide shot of a near-empty warehouse with my character--played by Angelina Jolie (of course!)-- wearing casual business wear and heels. She's walking along at a steady pace when suddenly, she TRIPS over NOTHING!! She rights herself and just keeps on walking to a doorway. This movie, of course, will be a black comedy.

Yes, that is me. I can walk across a completely bare floor in my bare feet and trip over nothing at all. I always have bruises on my legs I can't remember getting. Usually I have to compare it to the height of a piece of furniture. (This one on my shin is about dishwasher door height, this one on my hip exactly matches the height of the dresser....) I pretty much stopped wearing shorts to the bowling alley because everyone kept asking who was beating me up. I will probably be the only person to show up in the ER with a black eye and my response to the "how did this happen" question will be a truthful "I walked into a door." My boss has actually watched me walk into the doorjam of my own office. Or after a fall down the stairs: "the cat tripped me." I probably need to baby-proof my living area just for my own safety.

On the brighter side... the sun is out, the temps are rising, and the snow has melted. Such ends a Texas winter.

My car window is fixed and I had to laugh when I walked over to take a look at it--there's black tape holding the window in. I joked with John about that being the reason why he was so much cheaper than the others. LOL!! But seriously, it's holding the window in place until the glue dries. I can take it off tomorrow. It is not, in fact, yet another redneck shortcut to repair.

I must be off. I have a secret mission I will report on later.