My daughter, Devin, and I were at Tae Kwon Do last night. We are incredibly talented black belts. We are TECHNICALLY yellow belts, but for the purposes of this article, we're black belts. Half of my classmates are between the ages of 6 and 10, so you understand the caliber of my craft.
I sometimes moonlight as a rocket scientist, as I was last night, and tried a new kind of twisty, jumpy thing that didn't exactly work as intended. Here I am...
hahahaha! Just kidding! I jump a lot higher than that loser!
Anyway, I landed, heard a pop and fell to the ground in agony. You know the kind of pain where you can't breathe and think that you're gonna throw up. I was in so much pain, that I wasn't embarrassed about what I must have looked like until much later. Now I'm embarrassed. I'm scared to see my little sparring partner, Mikayla. Oh, and I don't even want to think about Logan.
Sorry, I have this focussing problem!!
Now, I'm writhing embarrassingly on the ground and I don't really want my daughter to see me like this. She might get scared or something. So, I hear the chip off the old block say, "Now, how am I going to get home?" That is not a joke. That's exactly what she said! "How does this effect me?" is her motto. I taught her too well. It almost makes me want to treat others better, but I think it's just the pain meds talking.
Speaking of pain meds, I have to go now. I'm losing consciousness...