I went on my first run of the year tonight. I always start out going such short distances and by the end of the summer I can go a couple of miles. You know, a couple of nice, slow miles. :) Tonight, I don't even think I went half a mile and it was VERRRY slow. Probably someone could walk faster than I ran tonight.
The "parenting fail" of the day was when Gracie fell off her bike. She has a teeny tiny little tikes bike. Observe a similar bike I found online:
Now hers of course, has metal handle bars with ribbons coming out of the ends and a yellow banana seat. You know my kid has to have a bike with a banana seat. The basics are there - plastic, crazy colors, and four wheels. Well, Gracie fell off of it today. And not just a little bit.
She flipped over the handlebars. And landed on the concrete. Face first.
Don't worry, her shades broke her fall. (That girl has more pairs of sunglasses than Jacob and I combined!) She must have bit her tongue, because there was a little bit of blood there, and a small (honestly, it was pretty tiny) goose egg on her forehead. The sunglasses escaped with a minor scratch.
In my line of work there is this civilization that we call "scanner land". "Scanner land" is made up of all the people, many of them with (honestly) nothing better to do than to listen on the radio so that they can call us and ask questions about things that they heard going on in their neighborhood or that their sister's license plate was read over the radio and they want to know why. I'm sure there are citizens of "scanner land" who are perfectly normal, pleasant people who enjoy listening to some occasional radio traffic while reading the newspaper and drinking their morning coffee. I just never talk to any of the normal ones.
Well tonight, "scanner land" got a treat. I'm not much for sexual innuendos, but tonight they got to hear me say "it makes them hard" over the radio. How. Embarassing. What I MEANT to say was, "it makes IT hard". IT, people. IT.
No one called in about that one. I guess I made things perfectly clear.